After dad left, my mom and siblings gathered on the couch and talked. We told funny and happy stories about when we did fun stuff with dad like going rock climbing, fishing, and going hunting. This was one of the only times I got along with Heather. She was actually nice to me. When we all talk about something that we she or I can relate to, than we act nicer. When she talks about her friends or phones, then i get annoyed. As we talked, Heather brushed my long chestnut locks as i listened to stories mom told. Heather still pulled and tugged but i didn't care as long as she was being nice. She french braided two pig tails on my head and put bows at the end of each. Before getting up to go to her room, she gave me a hug. I gave her a confused look and she shrugged and skipped off to her room.
Tuesday was a long and hard day. Our morning routine was the same but Heather walked to school with Andrew, Blake, and Rebecca. Heather wore a pink skirt with her sparkly pink flats. Her shirt wrote "Love" on the front and was black. The words were the same shade of pink as her skirt. Her hair was up in a high pony tail and her bangs hung over her right eye and a bow was at the top of the pony tail. She was dressed like me and i was dressed like her. I wore holy jeans, a light blue t-shirt, and a hoodie from my favorite store. My shoes were light blue high tops and my hair was down for maybe the first time in my life.
I walked into school and headed straight to my classroom. I sat at my chair next to my two best friends and waited quietly form my teacher to come in. She finally walked in with a big "Hello" and handed each of us a piece of chocolate. We all took it and popped it into our mouths.
School was finally over and i met Heather at our daily spot. She was there waiting with two new people. Their names were Amanda and Lacy. I wondered how many friends Heather had. I walked home alone again and i had to listed to my sisters weird friends talk about stuff i really didn't care about. I walked ahead a bit and stopped at the curb. A girl about my age came up to me wearing a fluffy skirt, a rainbow shirt, and facy shoes and said,
"I'm Molly, lets be friends!"
