This story is about me and my friends. It is a nonfiction story on what we do. I love hanging out with them. There names are Evan,Layne,and Weston.Me and Evan met in preschool where I also met Weston.Evan was my first friend outside of my family,even though now I think of them as brothers.Weston in preschool we weren't really friends cause we didn't really know each other.I remember once we all went outside and played with bubbles and he spilled bubbles on me but not on purpose.I met Layne in 2nd grade,I was his first friend I showed him around a little bit,and now he's one of my best friends.We barely ever argue but if we do we forgive each other right away,that's how you can tell we are pretty good friends,or brothers.
