The Leadership Journal
Helping Hand
Helping Hand By Oyinwonuola Fasasi, 11th grade
The boy sat at a bench with his piercing blue eyes, glancing at the world around him. Leaves rustled while a local live band played in the background, their voices blending into the light spring air. The last time I saw him was four months ago, around the beginning of the school year. Okay, so that was a lie. The actual last time I saw him was around two months ago. I caught him by the front of our school, with us both being juniors, and approached him with a friendly, “Hey man! Long time no talk and all… but every time I see you, I kinda get ignored? What’s up with that? If anything, it
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