After dinner, I Go into my room and quietly shut the door behind me. I lean my forehead against the door. 'What am I supposed to do?' I think, tears starting to stream from my eyes. I turn around, I go over to my bookshelf, and I pull out my favorite sketchpad. I start drawing Blue, her beautiful blue eyes, her long blue hair, Her full pink lips, her high cheekbones, and her long, lush eyelashes. I put the sketch book down, and I start twirling my hair thoughtfully. 'How can I help her?' I ask myself. 'How can I make her feel better?' I tun on some music and I start dancing to 'Tag, you're it' by Melanie Martinez. Dancing always helps me think. 'Maybe I could invite her over for a sleepover!' I think, after the song is over. I rush downstairs to my mother. "Mom, may I invite Blue over tomorrow for a sleepover?" I ask hopefully. "Sure, dear." She responds sleepily. "Thank you!" I squeal happily. "Not so loud, sweetie." she says softly. "Sorry." I whisper, and I tiptoe back to my room. I get on my laptop and I email Blue. 'Blue, do you want to come over for a sleepover on Friday?' I type and then I hit send. I wait for a couple of minutes. Blue's response pops up. I click on it, and I quickly read it. 'I'll have to ask my mom, but I would love to come over!' it reads. Then another message pops up. It reads 'My mom says I can come over Friday. YAY!' I smile happily. 'Kay, what do you want to watch?' I send. 'How bout the new Star Wars movie?' she emails back. 'That sounds great! See you tomorrow! Night!' I send to her. 'See ya! Night!' she emails back. I put away my laptop, and I change into my pajamas. My PJ shirt is a large, old, pink tee-shirt, and the bottoms are turquoise flannel shorts. I turn out the light, and I fall asleep happily.
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The Suicidal Friend
أدب المراهقينA friend of mine is extremely suicidal. I don't know what to do. I'm trying to steer her away from the path of death. Please tell me if there are any errors in spelling or grammar.
