One day.
An old man saw two girls talking to eachother on a bench, laughing, having fun.
The old man smiled and closed the blinds, happy that the children are so happy lately.
One day.
An old man saw two girls smiling to eachother on a bench, talking just a bit.
The old man was puzzled as to why they were not having so much fun as he saw before. He closed the blinds, hoping that they would feel better the next day.
One day.
An old man saw one girl sitting on a bench. She was looking around curiously, wondering where the other girl was. Then the other girl arrived, sitting down next to her. The girl waiting for the other girl seemed sad..and they both didn't really talk to eachother.
The old man wondered why this had happened. He closed the blinds and thought over this.
One day.
An old man saw a girl sitting on a bench. She was crying.
The old man walked outside, and greeted the girl.
"What could ever be the matter?" He questioned, sitting down next to her.
"Well..." The girl mumbled, wiping her tears
"I have a friend.
She is my best friend.
She acted different..
And sometimes acted a bit irritated with me.
I felt like I was bothering her..
So I stopped talking.
It used to be so fun.
I..
I miss her."
One day.
An old man saw a girl walking- by herself.
She looked sad, lonely.
He watched as she entered her house, trying not to cry.
The girl sat down on the couch, and the old man approached her.
"Why are you still making so much of a fuss?"
The girl mumbled..
"Well, grandpa..
This girl cared about me so much.
I really loved her. Like a sister.
I felt like if I had no one, I could turn to her.
But now..
I feel neglected.
She seems annoyed with me.
I feel like I can't do anything".
One day.
The old man grabbed the girl's bags and packed it into his car.
The girl climbed into the passenger seat, her eyes watery.
The old man started the car..and they drove off.
The girl realized..that her friend didn't want to be her friend.
After being neglected..she decided to try another school.
But she knew..that she would never meet another friend like her.
Think about your friends.
This is about a friend. (Noot Amy, if you're thinking that, honeeey. )
~Vanessa
An old man saw two girls talking to eachother on a bench, laughing, having fun.
The old man smiled and closed the blinds, happy that the children are so happy lately.
One day.
An old man saw two girls smiling to eachother on a bench, talking just a bit.
The old man was puzzled as to why they were not having so much fun as he saw before. He closed the blinds, hoping that they would feel better the next day.
One day.
An old man saw one girl sitting on a bench. She was looking around curiously, wondering where the other girl was. Then the other girl arrived, sitting down next to her. The girl waiting for the other girl seemed sad..and they both didn't really talk to eachother.
The old man wondered why this had happened. He closed the blinds and thought over this.
One day.
An old man saw a girl sitting on a bench. She was crying.
The old man walked outside, and greeted the girl.
"What could ever be the matter?" He questioned, sitting down next to her.
"Well..." The girl mumbled, wiping her tears
"I have a friend.
She is my best friend.
She acted different..
And sometimes acted a bit irritated with me.
I felt like I was bothering her..
So I stopped talking.
It used to be so fun.
I..
I miss her."
One day.
An old man saw a girl walking- by herself.
She looked sad, lonely.
He watched as she entered her house, trying not to cry.
The girl sat down on the couch, and the old man approached her.
"Why are you still making so much of a fuss?"
The girl mumbled..
"Well, grandpa..
This girl cared about me so much.
I really loved her. Like a sister.
I felt like if I had no one, I could turn to her.
But now..
I feel neglected.
She seems annoyed with me.
I feel like I can't do anything".
One day.
The old man grabbed the girl's bags and packed it into his car.
The girl climbed into the passenger seat, her eyes watery.
The old man started the car..and they drove off.
The girl realized..that her friend didn't want to be her friend.
After being neglected..she decided to try another school.
But she knew..that she would never meet another friend like her.
Think about your friends.
This is about a friend. (Noot Amy, if you're thinking that, honeeey. )
~Vanessa
