I remember when I didn't have any friends, it was difficult for me with nobody to tell my stories.
I loved to walk alone in the biggest park in the town, the park was fool of pigeons, flowers, trees, people and so on...One day I was walking on the little road in the middle of the park, while watching the sky, then I looked down and I saw a perfect bench right in the middle of 2 big trees, the sun light was shining on the bench like gold.
I sat on it and I felt like a queen, I started to watch the pigeons in front of me, they were eating some little piece of old bread.
Then a girl on a bike, ran straight into the pigeons and they started to fly all over the park, then I heard a loud noise, the girl on the bike felt down right into a big bush.I walked to the bush and straight my hand to help her, she grabbed me and she got out.
" thanks for helping me, I'm Margaret, but you can call me Maggie"
She said with a big smile and a kind voice.
" yeah, I'm Grace, you can call me...Grace" I said neutral." wow, you don't look happy of saving me"
" no, it's just another of those days"
" yeah, I just moved in, maybe we can be friends and you can show me the town!"
We sat on the bench and we started to talk and talk, I repaired her bicycle and we become best friends.
She said she's 15, like me and her mom's a teacher, her father's a dentist, weird, wright?
She loves birds, she knows every single type of bird, she likes sports too and she's really nice and cute.Meggie: she have long dark brown hair, and dark brown eyes.
We went to my home and she sat on the red couch my mom's in love with.
" would you like something to drink?"
I asked her." like?"
" milk, water, tea?..."
" I'll take the tea"
She said and I went to the kitchen.While I was trying to grab the tea in a high shelf, she was talking about her allergic reactions to milk.
When I finally reached the tea, a vase fell down and broke into thousand pieces.
I looked at it, and noticed it was my mom's favorite vase.
My mom will kill me when she'll find out!
I've got problems to write, I hope
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fighting for Life
Short Storylife is like a movie, when you'll think something's fine, it ruins everything.