Best Friends

Four

Chapter Four:

"Okay, so this weeks assignment: Write a story, any kind of story, and submit it. The best one will be published in the school newsletter and anthology. The story has to be at least ten typed pages long, and it is due on next Wednesday." Samantha, their English teacher announced. Her name was actually Ms. Smith, but she was one of those rare "cool" teachers. So she asked the students to call her Samantha.

Rain sat up a little straighter at the announcement. Making it into the school anthology-which included poems, drawings and stories- was a big achievement. It meant that you got to be a published writer! Rain smiled at the thought as Samantha gave her a tiny, meaningful nod. Samantha seemed quite young to be a teacher, but it made her better. She understood the students perfectly, and was never harsh with them. She was more like their friend. Rain had always liked Samantha because they both shared the same writing passion, and she was the only one Rain had allowed to read her stories. Samantha had said that Rain had the "potential", and that made Rain glow with pride.

"Samantha?" Rain raised her hand

"Yeah?" She asked.

"Is there a limit to how long the story can be?"

"Uh no, it has the minimum is ten pages, as I mentioned, but don't make it too TOO long." She said.

Mellie threw her a glare, but Rain just pretended not to see it.

R-r-riiinnnggggggg!!! Went the bell, signalling the end of the day.

"Well, seems like you kids are free. Bye see ya!" Samantha waved and left after collecting her folders and things.

"Bye Samantha!" The class chorused.

"You wanna do this?" Danielle asked.

"Yes, I love writing! What about you?" Rain responded. It was true. Reading and writing were the best things she liked to do. They made her forget her insecurities and become another person, another person that she'll never be. Personally, she didn't think she was that much of writer, but Samantha had told her that she was, and Samantha was a teacher. Rain felt fascinated how the worst of the situations could be written so wonderfully, if the correct and effective ways are used.

But I bet no one can write my life like that. Rain thought bitterly.

"Nah, I'm more of a dancing person," Danielle referred to the question Rain asked. "Makes me feel different, you know?" She added.

"Yeah, I understand, I have the same thing with reading and stuff. But I look like an elephant when I dance." Rain rolled her eyes.

"I like elephants!" Danielle protested. "But my stories are like, "Once upon a time there was a princess, then a monster kidnapped her. A prince found her, and rescued her. They fell in love and got married and lived happily ever after. The end." So ya know, horrible."

"Haha that's kinda good... But I'm an awful dancer and you a writer, so I guess we're even." Rain laughed.

"I need to go shopping." Danielle announced out of the blue.

"Oookkkaaaayyyyy.... I do too, actually, Mellie's party." Rain chuckled at the prank they were going to play.

"Hey you stole my reason!" Danielle hit Rain's arm playfully as they rounded the corner.

"Ha! The party is like, two days away, and you guys are coming over today, so we can go tomorrow maybe? My sister can drive us over?" Rain suggested.

"Uh, you're sister won't mind?"

"Nah, Diane's not you average snobby mean sister." Rain grinned.