A girl's lips trembled, staring at her scraped knee, little dots of blood forming on the white lines of cuts. She took a breath, ready to scream, but her mouth was shut, by a girl with chestnut colored hair, and freckles speckling her nose and cheeks. Her brown eyes were squinted, with worry lines scrunching her eyebrows together.
"You okay?" the girl said. "Ooh, blood. You need a band-aid." she stuck her hand out and pulled Brittany up. "Where's your parents?" Brittany was always taught to ignore strangers and didn't answer. Helen smiled. "The name is Helen. Helen Belle Pelani. I'm seven. How about you?" she seemed friendly enough.
Wiping away tears, Brittany muttered, "Brittany Harringsmith." she then sniffed her nose. "Seven."
Helen grinned even wider. "Let's get you a band aid." she said. They trudged up the gravel trail up to Brittany's house. "Your house is next to mine!" Helen exclaimed. She pointed her finger at a house much smaller to Brittany's, a couple yards away. "That's my house. You should come over sometime. Tell your mom to clean up the blood!" she then waved a farewell and headed towards her own house.
From that day forward, Brittany and Helen became best friends.
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