Origin Of Friendship

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1949

"Now class, you must find one friend to do this art project with."

I look over to my left and see a boy next to me.

"What's your name?" I asked the mystery boy next to me.

"George, yours?" He replied with a smirk.

"Rita, now what I was going to ask you, would you like to do this project with me?"

"Sure." George replied.

And for the next thirty minutes, George and I worked on what turned into a disaster. It was a mix of all the paint that turned into a shade of brown.

'RING, RING.'

All the kids stormed out of the classroom while George stayed inside.

"George, aren't you going to go outside, its a beautiful day out."

"No, I like playing my guitar." George said while pulling his guitar out of his case. He played a melody that sounded beautiful. It was almost a happy feeling song. I sat next to him.

"Rachel, right?"He asked looking down at the strings.

"No, Rita." She replied.

"Oh yeah, right. George said.

Rita interrupted George's playing by strumming her fingers harshly on the strings of his guitar.

"What the bloody 'eck are you doin'."

"Sorry, I was curious. Rita replied.

George was mad at me for the whole day until the next day.

George finally went outside, climbing up the slide. I immediately ran after him.

"Jorge, I'm sorry! I yelled at the top of my lungs.

"Its George and I'll accept your apology."

And thats how their friendship starts...




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