New Friends Part

The last part.



I walked past the room (Isabel’s old room) where the new girl and her sister were. I was wearing a new dress, which obviously was too big for me, and I was trying to make it work.

Suddenly the taller one spilled the cards. They got everywhere. I could have helped pick them up, but I was still too mad.


But when I spilled rubber bands everywhere.


The new girl helped me scoop them up into the container. Even though I wouldn’t help her.



I went to get something out of the room I was going to share with my little sister. Suddenly I saw Lea in the room. The lights were turned out, and she was crying. I wanted to help her, but I knew she would only snap at me if I asked what was wrong.

“Hey Lea!” I called. “Can I do your hair?”

“Are you saying my hair looks bad?” She snapped. So much for not having her snap at me.

“No, not at all. It actually looks quite nice, but I like to do hair, and I thought you might like your hair done.”

“Well, okay.” Lea agreed.


I flipped the lights on and started on her hair.


The new girl wanted to do my hair, and I agreed. She said it looked good, but I knew she was just being nice. I didn’t know why she was being so nice to me after she’d been so mean, but I wasn’t going to complain.


Suddenly the younger one skipped into the room.

“Mail for you Lea!”

“Thank you!”

It turned out to be from Isabel. She said: ‘I miss you Lea, but I’m glad to be home. I heard about the new girls, but I wanted you to know, I didn’t leave to make room for them. I would have gone anyway. And they would have come even if I hadn’t left. I think you should give them a chance. They probably could use a friend like you. I know I did.’

My anger started to melt away.

Maybe the girls weren’t so bad. Maybe we could even be friends?


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