Addi
Addi was cool for a sixth grader. She had gel pens, and she was also my partner for science.
"Hey where'd you get your pens." I asked her.
"Why do you need to know?"
"Because they're sparkly."
She looked at the pens for a second.
"Do you want them?" She pushed the box towards me.
I took that as a sign we were sort of friends.
Addi was sitting alone at lunch and I decided to sit with her. She didn't seem to mind me.
I offered her to go outside and play football with me and my friends.
We all came in from lunch covered in sweat and dirt, Addi too. I guess you could say she was one of the guys.
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