Ben Cohen lives in Westchester with his mom, dad, and brother, Evan. He likes to write because it's fun and it could be a future job. He enjoys the Writopia program and hopes to continue it in the future. He likes playing basketball, soccer, football, tennis, and skateboarding. He also likes animals and his two favorites are giraffes and turtles.
“So I figured out that there was some problem with me, at least in Vinny’s eyes. I had no idea what was up. I took some time to think if I had done anything to upset him. I couldn’t think what was going on at ALL. I mean, I couldn’t think of anything bad that I did to Vinny recently. I needed to figure it out.”
Vinny and I had been best friends ever since kindergarten. We always had playdates, and we’d go together everywhere. Or that’s what I thought. I mean, we’d always be having fun together. Vinny seemed to be having fun. So today, I asked him if he wanted to come over to my house.
He said, “I uh, um — sorry, I can’t.” And then he ran off.
That’s weird, I thought. So I went home, did my homework, and didn’t do much the rest of the day.
The next day, while we were taking a math test, I whispered, “Wanna come over?”
He said he’d talk to me after school. So after school, I went to his locker, but nobody was there. After about ten minutes, I gave up and went home. The same thing happened the next day. I thought maybe his dog or ferret died, and he was just really sad and upset. So I gave it a rest. Later on, I started following him around, and he didn’t seem to mind. But then, I thought that maybe he didn’t like it. He also started to hang out with other kids.
So I figured out that there was some problem with me, at least in Vinny’s eyes. I had no idea what was up. I took some time to think if I had done anything to upset him. I couldn’t think what was going on at ALL. I mean, I couldn’t think of anything bad that I did to Vinny recently. I needed to figure it out. What could I do, you might be asking. Well to me, this is kinda rude, but it was the only way — spying on Vinny. I called it operation “Spying on Vinny!” Good name, huh?!
I started my work on Monday so I could have a good whole week to work it out. If I didn’t figure it out, I would quit the idea of trying to figure out what was going on. I started to watch what he did, who he talked to, and what he said. By Wednesday, I had no information and was getting worried. The day went by, and on Thursday, Vinny was sick. That means I only had Friday to figure out what was going on. When I got home from school, I didn’t know what to do. So I went with the only thing I could think of: Ask Vinny what the problem was. Luckily, Vinny was at school on Friday, so in fourth period, I went for it.
“Vinny,” I said. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m sorry — I just.” Then, he ran off.
I needed to know what was going on. When school ended, I realized that the day wasn’t done yet. I ran up to my room, hopped on my computer (not literally), and opened my email. I then decided that I shouldn’t send an email because he might not respond very quickly. I opened my iMessage and went to Vinny’s contact.
Me: Hey
Vinny: What
Me: R u ok?
Me: Honestly
Vinny: No…
Me: Then what’s up?
Vinny: You know my dad is in the army
Vinny: Well he went MIA
Me: I’m really really really sry
Vinny: It’s ok
Vinny: Dude, i’m sry i was mean to u, i just couldn’t, im sry
Vinny: Can we just be friends again?
Me: yea but who r those othr kids
Vinny: Oh they r my cousins, they r just visiting for a month because it is a hard time 4 our family
Me: Cool
Vinny: There’s someone i want u to meet
To Be Continued…
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