Daddy somehow got the thought that I was lonely and needed a friend. I had a friend! Bobby was my friend!
Anyway, he went to the neighbor's house and explained his "problem." He then came home with the neighbor's boy who was my age for a play date.
Ugh. I didn't like this kid already.
First, we were forced to play outside. So we went to my treehouse in the back. I loved this treehouse. i came here to cry or just to talk to Bobby. It was my happy place! And daddy was making me let somebody else in!
This kid that daddy brought to be my friend was called Ashley. I laughed so hard at that. He had a girl's name!
(A/N-I actually think it's OK to have a girlish name if you're a guy and vice versa, but this is what I think Seth would do. Not my opinion, so please don't hate. Thanks!)
He kind of looked like a girl too. He had long, brown hair and bright blue eyes. His skin was smooth and tan. He was taller than me, though! :(
It was silent and awkward between us. Then he asked me what I liked to do. So I told him that I liked talking to Bobby. He was surprised at first, but kept asking more questions anyway.
Bobby didn't care for this kid.
Daddy came up a little bit later and made us pose for a few photos.
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Journal of a Five Year Old
HorrorThis is the journal of Seth, the boy from "Uncle Tim's Really Bad Day" Seth is a normal boy with a normal life. Except that he has a friend named Bobby. Bobby is strange. Really strange. ???idk. I'm not good with descriptions. I promise it's better...
