They'll Never Hear a Word We Say: Part Twelve
Sam and Mel spent the rest of their seventh grade year
not speaking to each other. They never spoke over the summer either, though
Mel had heard from Mikey that Sam wasn't in Mystery Island for once. Mel was
miserable, guilty, and still extremely angry with Krystal. She never even had
the chance to tell Sam that it was Krystal who had said all of those things,
Well, she did have the chance to, and she still did,
but she couldn't pluck up the courage to tell Sam. Not even in a letter. And
now that eighth grade was coming up, she was getting even more worried. Worried
that she'd be going into eighth grade with no friends. Without her best
On the first day of eighth grade, Mel was sitting
at her desk in class, when Chad came running up to her.
"Mel, Mel, I just heard... Have you heard?" the red
Lupe questioned, looking eager and a little worried.
"Heard what?" Mel asked, not bothering to look up
from her work at him.
"Sam?" Mel then glanced up at him. "What about her?
Did something happen?"
"Well, no... But... Mel, Sam's... I just got word
that Sam is moving."
"W-What...? She's moving? But why? How? Where?! And
why's she coming to school this week, then?"
"She's moving to Mystery Island. Apparently her owner
loves it there so much and hates it here so much that she's making her whole
family move, leave everything they have behind. She's at school this week to
say goodbye to her friends and everything. She's hysterical," Chad explained.
"Moving..." Mel sat there, blankly staring past Chad.
How can she be moving? Mel thought. She can't be.. No, not now. She
"Yeah. In a week. So if I were you, I'd say sorry,
or goodbye, or whatever you need to say to her. Before it's too late, y'know?"
"Uh, are you sure you're okay? Well, bye, I guess,"
Chad finished. He then padded back to his desk.
From then on, whenever Mel and Sam saw each other
passing by in the halls, they would look into each other's eyes, and time seemed
to freeze. Mel could see that Sam's eyes were full of sadness and misery. She
had to tell Sam about what Krystal did, but she just couldn't. It would seem
so strange, talking to her after several months of not speaking with
her at all.
Mel's mind wandered, and she began to wonder if Sam
still thought of her as her best friend. What if she still did? Was it possible?
After thinking about it for a while, she decided that it was seemed perfectly
plausible for Sam to still consider her as her best friend. After all, Mel considered
It wasn't until the next day that Mel noticed that
Krystal and Sam weren't hanging out anymore. She never saw them talking at lunch
or in class. They were always on the opposite side of the room from each other.
Mel never even saw them make eye contact. The occasional dirty look was shot
from Sam to the red Krawk, but other than that, they never interacted with each
other. Mel wondered what had happened with them. Was it a fight? Or did Sam
finally realize that Krystal was just a good-for-nothing backstabber?
Well, whatever had happened, Mel hoped it was the
Mel looked across the cafeteria at Sam. The faerie
Uni was talking with Mikey. She looked like she was telling him something important.
He was nodding. Then Mikey got up, and to Mel's surprise, he started to make
his way towards her.
"Mel, uh... this is going to sound really random,
but anyways, Sam wants me to ask you if you still think of her as a friend.
Even though all that stuff has happened," the green Shoyru said.
"Well, yeah... I do," Mel replied, taking a bite out
of her big juicy apple.
"Good. Then go to her house tomorrow afternoon. Yeah,
that's all she wanted me to tell you... I don't know what she's up to; so don't
come asking me about it. Well, see ya later, Mel." Mikey waved, and then walked
off back to his group of friends.
What was that all about? Mel thought. Is
Sam still my friend? But... why did she have Mikey come and tell me to go to
her house tomorrow? Why didn't she do it herself?
Whatever the reason was, Mel tried to quit worrying
about it. She would find out tomorrow.
Sam wasn't at school the next day. Mel started to
worry, since she wasn't supposed to be moving until Monday, but she just shrugged
and decided that Sam was probably just helping her owner pack up or something.
But why wouldn't she be at school that day? It was the last day of school before
she would be moving.
Mel shook her head. She cleared her thoughts and started
to concentrate on what the teacher was saying. It was quite hard though, as
Garret was throwing balls of paper at her head, and her friends were whispering
her name, trying to get her attention.
Mel sat at the kitchen table in her Neohome, eating
a bowl of Mixed Fruit Noodles. It was two thirty. She was planning on going
over to Sam's house at three o'clock. In the meantime, she was enjoying her
The yellow Usul couldn't keep her mind off of what
Sam might have wanted. Was she going to apologize for blaming Mel for saying
all of those horrible things last year? Or did she just want to say how disappointed
she was in her best friend? Endless possibilities flooded Mel's mind, one idea
leading to the next. She wasn't aware that she had been sitting there for well
over a half-hour until she heard her owner coming through the front door with
the groceries for that week. Mel saw that it was now three o'clock, so she went
to the front door and started to put her snow boots on.
"I'm going to Sam's house, Kim," Mel told her owner.
"I guess she wants to see me one last time before she moves away."
"Oh... all right. Just make sure you're not out too
late tonight, okay, Mel?" Kim told her, wearing a worried look on her face.
Mel nodded, and went out the front door.
Sam lived close by, but the walk to her house seemed
like a day long. The snowfall was fierce that afternoon, and it was already
starting to get dark. Mel watched the sun setting as she walked, the orange
and purple colors swirling and smearing together in the sky.
Mel's heart started to beat faster as she neared Sam's
house. She was actually a little nervous, despite having been friends with this
Uni since first grade. What would Sam say? What if she was still mad at her?
Mel's mind was still boggling with excitement and confusion.
Finally, the yellow Usul was walking up Sam's driveway.
She went up to the front and knocked firmly on the door. She waited a few moments,
but no one answered. She knocked again, this time a bit harder. After waiting,
still no answer. Mel looked through the front window. The family room she once
had sleepovers, arguments, and played games in, was now empty. Not a piece of
furniture was in sight.
Mel banged on the door again. "Sam!" she called. "Sam!
Are you there? Sam, please... please... answer, Sam..."
She waited for footsteps, the sound of a voice, anything,
but she heard nothing. Just the sound of the wind howling, and the soft patter
of snow landing on the ground.
Could she have left already? Mel thought. No,
no, she wanted me to come here this afternoon. Maybe I'm late? Oh, no, what
if I'm too late? Mel was devastated by the fact that she could have been
too late, and had left Sam waiting for her. She imagined Sam begging her owner
not to make her leave, telling her that her friend Mel was supposed to come.
And then picturing Sam's owner, shaking her head, and urging her to leave. Telling
her that she had waited for Mel long enough.
Mel jiggled the doorknob, desperate to get inside,
just to make sure Sam wasn't playing a prank on her, but it was useless. No
one was there. But for a quick second, she swore she could have smelled the
scent of cinnamon and honey dancing around her nose. It was the same smell that
she had always remembered Sam's house smelling like.
Melanie hung her head as she turned around, starting
to walk towards her home, when she noticed a white piece of paper slightly sticking
out from under the doormat. She bent down, picked it up, and was shocked when
she saw her name written on the envelope. She eagerly tore it open, pulled out
a piece of wrinkled notebook paper, and started to read.
I pray that you find this letter. And if you came
today, that means that you still care. That you still think of me as your friend.
Maybe even your best friend. I want you to know that you're my best friend too.
If you are reading this, then that means I am already
gone. You probably heard that I wasn't supposed to leave until Monday, but my
owner suddenly forced us to move out today. I imagine you were worried that
you had been too late, that I had left just before you got here, but don't worry.
I left early this morning.
I'm sorry that we never got to talk again. I don't
think I even remember the last time we spoke. Sometime last year, wasn't it?
It's amazing what can happen over stupid words. They're just words, after all.
And what's even more astonishing is that it happened when none of those words
were even true.
I found out that Krystal was lying about the things
you had supposedly said about me late last year, thanks to Garret. So I ditched
her right away, and found some new friends. I suppose you already know that
I didn't say those things Krystal told you that I had said about you, either.
That was just her speaking for herself. I can't believe that I ever trusted
her, that I ever considered that backstabber as my friend. I should have listened
to you from the start, Mel. And I'm truly, deeply sorry for that. I was wrong,
and you were right. But that's just the past, and I try to forget about it,
but it's hard, it really is.
I wish that we were still as close as we used to
be. But I guess that doesn't matter now, does it? I was miserable the whole
summer without you. But I just couldn't find it in myself to tell you about
everything. It just seemed strange, somehow.
Well, before I start rambling too much, I guess
I should just get right to the point of this letter. I must be leaving very
soon, anyway. So, I just want you to know that you are my best friend in the
universe. We've been through so much together, so many heartbreaks and other
problems, and you've always been my best friend.
And all of a sudden, all these memories of us that
I thought were long forgotten are zipping through my mind. I can just see us
right now, making snow angels and snowmen in the middle of the street. Drinking
hot cocoa, and you, showing me the picture you had drawn of us that one day
in first grade. Wow, we were so young back then. I wish that everything could
be how it was when we were in first grade. We didn't have any problems. There
was no drama, and no one to tear us apart like Krystal did. Everything was perfect.
I see us, in Miss Valstak's class. Oh, I remember
that like it was just yesterday. I had gotten in trouble for squeaking my wet
snow boots in class, remember? I'd gotten sent to the principal's office. Oh,
and then you came in after school. I remember you, hugging me. And then you
told be that you'd always be there for me.
At that moment, I KNEW that you would be my friend
forever. You had always been there for me since then, so why couldn't you be
there for me from then on?
And then... then, there was Samel. Oh gosh, I can't
even think about Samel without crying. That was one of the last places I went
before I had to go to bed yesterday. I cried so much when I saw our names carved
in the trunk, I really did. Promise me you'll keep a lookout for Samel, all
All these times of us together are just playing
in my mind. Like the Cool Kids Club, and our sleepovers together. Or when you
gave me that necklace that matched yours. I'm keeping that forever. In fact,
I'm wearing it right now. Oh, and the first time we put on makeup together...
or the last time we hugged. There are so many things I wanted to say to you,
Mel. I guess that's why I'm writing you this letter, though.
My owner's yelling at me now. I have to go very
soon. But I don't want to stop writing. I don't want to leave Terror Mountain
behind. I don't want to leave YOU behind, Mel.
You remember that time in first grade, when we
imagined ourselves being best friends until eighth grade... or when you pinned
that picture you drew of us on my bulletin board, and you had me promise we'd
be friends forever?
I know that we have been separated so many times,
hurt each other too many times to count, but I can still feel it, deep down
inside, that we still ARE friends. And we will be. Forever.
Our bond of friendship is so strong now. It's been
through so much, so that's why I'm so confident that it will never break. Though
I'll be moving far away, and we'll probably never see each other again, you
should know that I will NEVER, ever forget you.
You were my first best friend.
And you'll be my best friend forever. I promise.
Mel's bottom lip trembled. She felt a lump in her
throat. But no tears came.
She didn't cry. She couldn't.
There were no more tears left to cry for Sam.
She had already shed them all.
Author's Note: I really hope you enjoyed my series. I worked so hard on
it, so I really truly hope you liked it. Neomails are definitely appreciated.