Chapter 4

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Meanwhile in San Fransokyo, Hiro, Baymax, Tadashi and their friends were looking through the photographs on Gogo's wall.
"This is a photo of me and my cousin, Jojo. Everyone always says that we look alike." Said Gogo.
"Omgeeee! You guys look like identical twins! It's cute!" Squealed Honey Lemon.
"Maybe she's your long lost sister!" Said Wasabi.
"Or maybe she's your evil clone! Hehehehe!" Stated Fred, laughing. For one solid minute, the whole room was dead silent and everyone was glaring at him.
"Oh. Shoot. Sorry." Said Fred.
"Okaayyyyy...... so moving on. This is a picture of everybody at the family reunion! We also invited other friends to join us!" Exclaimed Gogo with pride.
That's when she saw the picture of her and the girl next to each other in the family reunion picture. Her bright green mischievous eyes and her vibrant purple hair made her too easy to spot. Please don't let my friends notice her. I can't talk about her now thought Gogo. But she thought wrong.
"Whoa! Look at that girl's hair" Said Hiro.
"It's completely covered in purple" Said Tadashi.
"It's the perfect shade!" Exclaimed Wasabi
"Yeah it really brings out the color of her eyes!" Said Fred
"I think she's pwetty!!" Squealed Honey Lemon.
"I wonder what her name is...... I have tried to scan the patient. Unfortunately, my scanner is not able to scan images." Said Baymax.
"Who is she, Gogo? What's her name?" Asked Hiro. Gogo started to turn pale.
"Oh, yeah! Um.... her name is-"
Suddenly, a memory came flooding back to her. Gogo was only nine years old. She was sitting with the girl in the middle of a field of Dandelions, Lavenders, Daisies, and Tulips. The two of them had so much fun together. Playing tag, blowing fuzz off of the Dandelions, telling each other stories, jokes and their dreams. They were inseparable- until the girl's mother came along and destroyed the moment. Wherever she walked, all the bright coloured flowers and grass withered and died. Dark clouds followed her, covering the sun.
"Mal! What did I tell you about befriending these stupid San Fransokyo civilians?" Screeched the girl's mother.
"But mommy! She's my best friend!" Said the girl.
"I don't give a hell if she's your friend! The only friends that are good are dead ones! I'm getting tired of this! You're going back to the isle!" Hissed her mother. The girl shouted "No!" so loud it rang across the field.
"You idiotic little girl!" Her mother tugged on her beautiful purple hair and dragged her away from Gogo. The girl gritted her teeth to stifle the harsh pull but she couldn't handle it. She screamed in pain.
"No! Come back!!" Gogo cried, tears running down her face.
"Mommy stop! It hurts!" Sobbed the girl.
"You can learn from it!" Her mother screamed in rage.
"Gogo!!!!!" Screamed the girl. That was the last thing Gogo heard the girl say: her name.
She sobbed on the field, clutching the grass as the girl and her mother disappeared into the horizon. Gogo laid on the ground, screaming and crying for her best friend until she got tired and collapsed on the soft grass. She never saw the girl again.

"Gogo? Gogo? Earth to Gogo!"
"Huh?" Gogo snapped back to reality, realising that everyone was trying to get her attention. Ugh I must've looked like an idiot, just standing there like I'm on drugs thought Gogo.
"What's up?" Asked Gogo.
"The girl? Does she have a name?" Asked Honey Lemon. Gogo hesitated for a while. I can't talk about her now. Just thinking about the girl brings back too many freaking depressing memories. Well, if my friends want to know, they will get their answer. Besides, I can tell them anything.
"Her name is Mallory. She was my best friend before all of you. You guys already know how hard it is for me to make new friends. Everyone at preschool either had one friend or they belonged to a group. I was the only one who had no one to be with. Until I met Mallory on the fourth week of school. She moved here from- I actually still don't know where she's from. But, it seems like came from a place where everything seems miserable. We were both three years old. She was being bullied by everyone. I felt so sorry for her and I thought that this was a good opportunity for me to make a friend. The two of us had loads of fun. Sometimes late at night, we would sneak out of home and go on late night adventures! Exploring in the woods, hanging out in our treehouse in my backyard. I loved her like she was my sister. But when we were nine, her mother came to San Fransokyo and she separated the two of us. Mal and I were best friends for five years" Explained Gogo.
"Where's Mallory now?" Asked Tadashi.
"The last time I saw her was when her mother took her away from me. I never heard from her ever again." Said Gogo. Tears fell from her eyes like dripping wax.
Baymax waddled towards Gogo and hugged her sympathetically. "Those who suffer a loss require support from friends and loved ones." Everybody nodded and started hugging Gogo.
''We will always be the best of friends" Said Honey Lemon.
"We'll never let you go" Sobbed Wasabi, tears welling up in his eyes.
"Thanks, everyone. I wouldn't be what I am now without all of you. I just hope that Mal is somewhere out there, wondering about us. What if she forgets about our friendship?"
"Hey, don't worry about it. If you love her, she loves you too. Wherever she is, Mal will always be thinking of the memories with you." Stated Tadashi with a sad smile on his face.
Hiro and Fred gave Gogo some tissues and hugged her tightly.
"We will stand by you forever." Said Hiro.
"Yeah! We'll go on adventures together and explore places just like you and Mal. We're heroes and we'll save the world as a team!" Shouted Fred with triumph.
The group huddled together for a fist bump. "Balalalala!"
Believing that her and her friends will always be there for each other, Gogo smiled. Her circle of friends will never break.
But, she still misses Mal. She couldn't handle the heartache that their past has brought to them. Gogo tried to focus on her life and all the friends she have now, but the memories of the girl were too hard to forget.

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