My best friend

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"Sammy! Let's go get the mail!" Freddy my little brother asks.

Ever since he found out that stuff comes out if the box in our front yard he's been obsessed with the mail.

"Freddy!" I say yawning.

"Please Sammy! Please! I promise I won't run ahead!" Freddy knows I hate running.

"Next time you ask mommy K?" I say.

"Yes yes mommy next time."

As we walk I front yard, I see a black car parked.

As we walk closer I see it's Brooklyn.

Brooklyn has her head on the steering wheel. Her eyes closed.

I try to control my bunny slippers that were thumping loudly.

It was to late, Lyle turned.

"Brook!" Freddy yelled.

"Hi Fred. How was your day?" Lyle asked.

"Great!" Freddy said in a funny way.

"You now what Fred? Go get the mail by yourself." I say turning back home.

"Yay! But Sammy aren't you gonna talk to Brook?" Fred said his face questioning.

"Yeah aren't you going to talk to me?" Lyle said.

"I don't know." I say looking back.

Brooklyn had gotten out of her car and was coming towards me.

Then wrapping me in a hug.

"I'm sorry." she said.

Finally I buried my head In her hair and hugged her back.

"I can't stay mad at you Lyle, Your my best friend." I say.

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