An Annoying Saint Patrick’s Day

An Annoying Saint Patrick’s Day

by Jenny Pham (staff writer)

            I sighed. It was Saint Patrick’s day. I am not going outside today. It was Sunday, so no school to tell people to stop pinching! Geez, you do not know how much I hate the pinching. I mean seriously? Just because I don’t like wearing green doesn’t give you the right to pinch me! They just say it’s in the spirit of Saint Patrick’s, but it’s not!

I sat in my kitchen, just eating some Cap’n Crunch. Too bad nobody buys this stuff anymore. Anyway, my kitchen was kind of plain. An average sink, an average stove, an average refrigerator, you get the idea. In fact, my whole house is pretty average. Let’s not get into that subject though.

Okay, so basically my mom and dad were going out for work just like any other day. I was just eating like I said. My parents both ate already and they were just packing up papers to work at the office. (What kind of office? I never really knew.) I was just expecting them to leave when suddenly my mom turned towards me and asked, “Ken, can you get some groceries at Ralphs?”

“Mooomm,” I whined, putting down my spoon.

“Oh, come on. You just need to get some milk, eggs, and butter! That’s it!” I glared at her. She sighed and put off the happy act. “Please, I’m swamped with work tonight and I know you want your cereal. How can you have cereal without milk?”

I turned my head away and answered, “I can eat out of the bag.”

She sighed again and looked at her watch. She looked at me one last time and said, “Please just do one favor for me okay?” Then she left.

I sat there in silence, just munching my cereal and thinking whether I should go out today or not. I guessed it was the right thing to do, but I thought about the cereal. I may have bluffed that I can eat out of the bag, but it’s just not the same!

I decided that I would go later. What? You think I’m going at 7 a.m? Hey, I’m a not a morning person or ever will be. It may be just a few blocks away, but I’m was too tired.

Well, moving on. I was definitely going out for the groceries, but it was only then did I remember it was Saint Patricks. I sighed. I just know that some random person was just going to pinch me. There always was! I knew I had to go out though. I just wanted to get it over with.

I was just killing my time by going online and playing this Tetris game. I was having fun, but in the back of mind, I was telling myself, “The pinches are coming. You know that.”

Maybe I was just being paranoid or crazy, but I just didn’t want to get pinched again. After a while, I noticed it was 12 p.m. Time for me to get the groceries.

Because it was twelve, I decided to stop by at McDonalds for lunch. It was still pretty close to Ralphs, so I didn’t need to walk too far.

I just ordered a cheeseburger and some fries. That doesn’t matter though. I had just finished my meal and was just sitting there sipping my coke. So far, nobody seemed to bug me. Even though everyone else was wearing green, they didn’t seem to mind that I wasn’t. I thought my trip to the market would be a-okay.

Unfortunately, right at that moment, when I was just peacefully minding my business, I felt it. Someone pinched my elbow. You don’t know how much rage I felt at that moment. Why do people just like to people like to pinch random strangers out of nowhere!? We don’t know each other! This is a completely useless holiday!

I turned around, putting on my best glare and then I saw him. He was just standing there with a stupid grin on. He had blonde hair that was messy and he was wearing some casual stuff. I don’t really remember. He looked just about my age, but he was a bit taller.

“Why did you do that?” I asked him, with a hint of anger in my voice.

“You aren’t wearing green!” He teased me.

“Well, you aren’t either!” I argued.

“Oh yeah, look at my shoelaces.” He replied, still with a grin. I looked down and it was true. Ugh, I hate it when people just say that they have green in these tiny spots that barely matter. They shouldn’t count!

“Well, whatever,” I grumbled. He looked at me curiously.

“What’s up with you Mr. Grumpy Pants?” He asked me in a more calm voice.

“Just go away!” I said. “Why are you talking to me? I don’t even know you!”

He paused for a moment, thinking of an answer, and he just replied, “Well, I came over to pinch you for the sake of holiday spirit, and I thought it’d be cool to meet a new person.”

I just stared at him. Nobody does they, “Hey stranger, want to be my friend,” thing nowadays. I mean seriously you could just say that and not even know that they’re a criminal or something. This kid is either really naive or just plain stupid.

“Okay, so let me get this straight.” I paused. “You mean that you’ll go up to a random stranger, no matter how dangerous they may look, just to meet them and possibly make a new friend.” He nodded and I sighed. “You know, that’s really dangerous. You can get yourself hurt.”

“Well, you don’t seem like a bad guy.”

“Yeah, but still.”

I paused. I didn’t really know what else to tell him. He may be stupid, but that’s none of my concern. I don’t know this kid. To save myself from trouble, I just decided to end this conversation here. “Okay, kid. Well, it was nice to meet you. I got to go. See you later.”

I waved goodbye and left the place. When I first left, I heard someone following behind me. It was pretty obvious. They stepped around really loudly, but I completely dismissed, thinking it was someone who was just going the same way as me. Once I was a block away from Ralphs, I knew that the person was following me for too long and I knew who was following me.

I turned around and finally said, “Don’t you have anything better to do?!”

It was that kid again. He just looked at me and said, “Nope.” I couldn’t believe. Some kid was actually following and said that he had nothing better to do, even though he could probably have more fun by just killing time at home. I was really annoyed at this point, but I just sighed.

“Why do you want to be my friend? Why do you even want to suddenly make friends anyway?” I questioned him.

“Well, I just moved here and my parents told me to go out and make some friends,” he answered.

That would actually explain a lot of things. I started thinking that maybe I should have been nicer and maybe I should have listened to him first before I refused his proposal. When you’re new you don’t really have much to do, and his folks are probably just unpacking. He doesn’t have much to do. I sighed again.

I thought to myself, ‘I’ll hang out with him for one day and that’s that.’

I looked at him and said, “Alright, come on. You could hang out with me.”

“Yes!” He cheered. “So, what’s your name?”

“It’s Kevin.”

“I’m Tim. It’s nice to meet you Kevin!”

After that we headed to Ralphs. We actually had some nice conversations. I found out that he actually wasn’t outright annoying. We even had similar hobbies. When we actually got into the store, he helped me pick up everything I needed. He even volunteered to help bring the groceries to my house. I tried to tell him that he didn’t need to, but he insisted. I was completely fine with that though. I decided to really take a chance and be his friend. He wasn’t that bad.

“Where do you live?”

“Just follow me.”

We talked and talked, mainly about random video games we’ve played before. He actually gave me some interesting recommendations, and I suggested some to him as well.

When I finally got home, he said to me, “Hey, I actually live around here. Is it okay if I visit sometimes?”

I thought about it for a what seemed like minutes. (It was actually a few seconds.) This kid just came up to me and introduced himself by doing the one thing that bothers me most. Then he continues to bug me until he finally says something about himself that’s actually logical. Then it turns out we can be good friends.

I’ll admit. At times, he was pretty annoying. Especially when I was busy with the groceries, but he was actually a nice guy. We had a lot in common. I decided to give him a chance.

At last, I said, “Sure.”

I invited him into my house and we really started to have fun with each other. I never really did realize that this guy could actually become my best friend. My other friends were people that I knew since elementary, but this kid who I met on some random weekend turned into my best friend. I never really did let others get to know me, but now I know.

Giving just one chance to someone, even if they kind of bug you or make you angry, can do a lot more than you think. Not just for friends, but for forgiving people or cheering up somebody you barely know. I think people should start doing this. After all, it gave me a friend.

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