At Fregley's House
Greg rushed down the street,passing dogs and elderly women.Finally,though out of breath,Greg had reached Fregley's house-it looked abandoned.Now he had second thoughts.Discarding his doubts,he knocked on the door.
'Hi Gregory,'exclaimed Fregley with his wide smile.
With a nervous grin Greg managed to say,'Uh,hi do you want to be friends?'
'You can come over now,'he screeched with joy.
He regretted everything.
Fregleys house looked haunted.Although Fregley told him that his parents were in the kitchen Greg couldn't see them anywhere.
'Can we go to your room,'Greg suggested.
'Yeah let's go,'he shrieked.
They went to his room(which looked decent except from his stuffed squirrel).He sought for an answer why Fregley keept a squirrel named Rebecca in his room.
'Do you want to have a sleepover since the last one didn't work out,'he questioned excitedly.
'You know what I'm going to go home.See you tomorrow,'shouted Greg waiting to go home.
Fregley replied ok.
As soon as he left the door,he ran back home.
Maybe he could become better friends with Fregley and Fregley would be less wierd but he'd never know unless they became good friends.
