I came from Florida and I was scared to walk into the school, but my mother did so with pride. Like no one could trip her and make her cry. I didn’t want to go; I didn’t want to make new friends. I just wanted to sleep and read my book from my previous school. Butterflies and caterpillars was the books name and it was nicely decorated. A kids dream, bright pretty colors and big pictures full of bugs and insects. Instead I was stuck in this class of nasty pampered kids who drooled all over the carpet and then there was Sarah. She acted like she owns everyone but me and her grew close somehow.

     She liked drawing and her favorite color was mine too! She lived close to my house in a circle with many stray cats and another girl named Whitney who was the meanest. She had a dog and I think his name was twinkie or was it twinkle? I don’t know but when we rode the scooters, afterwards we’d climb the lazy slouched tree which had acorns. We collected them to make pretend peakon pie and cakes with sprinkles to big to place many and made messes with them as it seemed like art to us. Sometimes we caught Whitney eyeballing us in jealousy and when I tried to invite her to play she shrugged and told us she was to old to play with us kids. I knew she’d say something like that but I didn’t acknowledge her later on, instead I puffed my cheeks and stuck my nose out like a know it all.

     Sarah, she had to go one day but only for a few hours. That day I waited by her porch and drew with a stick in the dirt. When she came back her face lit up and then she tackled me down in a tight hug. We are kids yes, but we also are amazing friends who care for each other. I won’t let her go even if I want to. One day I had to and it wasn’t because I had gotten annoyed by her. It wasn’t because I found her dull and useless, it was because she got mad when I said we could split a dollar my mother gave me, but instead she wanted the whole thing. A dollar is a lot of money, how could I give it to her?

    That’s when we fought and fought and drifted apart. My sweet Sarah was now not mine at all. She was someone different and she was something evil. She I say was a rainy cloud on my sunshiny day. She was a villain in my superhero movie, a dinosaur after my leftover sandwich. Lastly, she was my friend who I had to let go.