Chapter 9 - A New Best Friend
Izzy and Skittle were now the best of friends. They were always together and they would never be without each other. A year passed, and their friendship carried on until they were both ten years old. One day, Izzy and Skittle were lying in the grass in the park on a hot summer's day.
"Skittle?"
"Yes, Izzy?"
"Do you think that we have a really strong friendship?"
"Why do you ask that? I mean, of course we have a strong friendship."
"Oh, I'm just asking."
But Skittle felt a bit suspicious as to why Izzy was asking her this. Izzy wasn't the type of friend to be all best-friends-forever. She was usually just the sort of person who gets a friend and is only bothered about staying friends with them, not making all these best friend pacts and things.
Which was very strange.
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school with out friend and with bullies, and cauze it's not fiction so in real life
It's also a awesome story and hope you'll make more stories but with a bit more fiction.
5 stars though ^-^
But I don't think you've seen the wall post about what happened on the trip. It was absolutely horrible. The teacher brought 20 other people on the trip who hadn't done anything at all. On the way there in the coach, I was forced to sit in a spare seat in a cramped area next to the door, and everyone else got proper seats, even though I was the See More only reason they were on the trip. I kept having panic attacks on the coach because I got really claustrophobic. And when we got there, the whole thing was just listening to authors talk about their books for three hours. It was so boring, and at the end of it, the teacher didn't even let us meet any authors. When someone asked the teacher if we were going to meet them, the teacher told them not to be stupid, even though it specifically said on the letter we were given that we got to meet all of the authors. And we got back to school just after lunch, when the teacher had said that the trip lasted all day.
I was so angry. . . :/