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Dan, 5 years old

I've never had a best friend. I want a best friend though. My cousins have best friends, my brother has a best friend. Why don't I?

When I question my mom about this, and she says I'll make a best friend soon.

A few days later, I wake up and hear a lot of car doors and talking. I run to the window and see a big moving truck and people carrying boxes into the house.

Then I see a pale boy with light ginger hair and blue eyes running into the house, a stuffed lion in hand.

I run down the stairs.
"Mum!" I call out.
"I'm in the kitchen!" She replies.
"Someone is moving in next door! Can we meet them?" I ask.

"Sure we can. But first you need to get dressed and eat breakfast." She says.
She pushes a bowl of cerial to me and I eat as fast as I can and then pull on my favorite dinosaur shirt and jeans.

After I'm done I go back to the kitchen.
"Mum, I want to go now!" I exclaim.
"Okay. You go on over, I'll be there in a minute sweety." I grin and rush out the door.

The boy is in the yard again.
"Hello!" I yell, running over.
The boy looks up from his toy lion and smiles.

"Hi! I'm Philip, but you can call me Phil! I just moved here from Manchester. What's your name?" He asks.

"I'm Daniel, but everyone calls me Dan. Do you want to be friends?" I ask.
"Sure! I like your dinosaur shirt. It's cool." He says.
"Thanks! I like your lion." I say.

"Yeah! His name is lion. Do you wanna play hide and seek? Or tag? Or we could play something else."
"Okay! Let's play tag!" I say.

After a few hours of playing tag, then hide and go seek, his mum calls him inside and my mum tells me to come eat dinner.

"Do you want to play tomorrow too?" He asks.
"Yeah! I'll see you then. Bye Phil!" I say.

I finally made a friend.

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