I was in San Francisco on a sunny spring Saturday
afternoon. As I walked around the neighbourhood with goose bumps all
over me, flowers in the neighbourhood bloomed, and birds chirped like a
symphony of flutes. It felt like I had just got a new puppy. As I walked
to the park to play in the playground I smelled a dirty dumpster and
dirty diapers because of the babies at the park. My mom was wearing a
49ers shirt, with some blue jeans, and a green hat with a pair of orange
I found some kids playing tag at the playground and I asked them if I
could play with them and they answered, “Yes.” One of the kids was named
Lizbeth. She was eleven years old, just like me. Lizbeth was wearing a
pink shirt with navy blue jeans, and some cool Nike shoes.
Lizbeth and I began to walk around the playground talking about our
families and friends. We had some much fun that we just had to meet
again. She said that she was transferring to my school when spring break
I asked Lizbeth, “Can you come to my house on Sunday to play and have
even more fun?”
She said, “Let me go ask my mom if I can go to your house on Sunday.”
She went to go tell her mom. Her mom sat next to my mom and they talked
like they know each other already. They laughed and had fun as well.
Lizbeth asked her mom, “Can I go to my friend Jannely's house on
Her mom said, “Yes, but let me just see if its alright with her parents
so I could talk to them.”
Lizbeth said, “You’re already talking to her parents.”
Her mom said “Ok, then we’ll go to there house on Sunday.”
Lizbeth came back and told me that her mom said yes! I was so happy I
almost did a backflip. Later I left and Lizbeth left the park. It was
the next day, and Lizbeth came to my house at 3:00 p.m. I was ready to
play with her. Lizbeth was walking with her hand in her jacket; she had
brought a soda upstairs to drink, but my mom didn’t know.
I said, “We are not allowed to bring drinks up here, because you might
spill it, and I don’t want to get into trouble.”
She snapped back “Who cares?” When she responded like that all I could
think about was that I cared. It was my house and I know all the rules.
I felt like she was going to drop it.
She opened it and spilled some on the floor. We tried to clean it up,
but it was too late. My mom came up and look at the mess the soda had
made on the carpet. Lizbeth blamed everything on me and got me in so
much trouble. Lizbeth ran down stairs. She told her mom, “Let’s go,” and
It was the next day. I went to school. Lizbeth was there and she kept on
saying sorry over and over again. I ignored her and I kept talking to my
friend Nathalie. Nathalie was wearing a red shirt with some blue jeans,
and brown boots. Lizbeth kept on bothering me. I screamed at her “STOP!”
Nathalie and other kid stared at me and Nathalie said, “Okay” in an
Then I went to the classroom with Nathalie. I could just hear Lizbeth
bothering me, because I never forgave her. Later it was time to go home.
I walked with Nathalie. I looked at Lizbeth walking to her house by
herself. I just left the problem alone and I kept talking to Nathalie on
the way home.
Meanwhile it was time to go back to school. So I was going to wake up at
8:00 am. But my mom said, “WAKE UP! WAKE UP! IT IS 10:58 am!”
So I got up fast and I got ready for school. I brushed my teeth and ran
downstairs to eat cereal. I was wearing a California sweater with blue
jeans, and a pair of Jordans. I went to school running up the stairs to
my classroom. At recess I was going to forgive Lizbeth, but then she
started talking about me with some mean girls.
I said to Lizbeth, “Don’t talk about me or I am going to tell on you.”
She said, “Tell on me - I don’t care what you say”.
I ran to the bathroom because I started crying. Nathalie saw me when I
ran to the bathroom, so she went in to check if I was okay. Then Lizbeth
started to feel guilty so she went to the bathroom and was apologizing
She said, “I am so sorry. I did not mean to do all the things I did. Can
you please forgive me? I do not have any friends.”
I got out of the bathroom and said “Okay.” Afterwards the three of us
became best of friends. We walked home together and we talked so much
that we ran out of breath. We were like the three musketeers.
Nathalie said, “Whatever happens we will always be friends.”
We said, “All right then.”
I said, “We are the bestest friends ever in the world.”
We left and we said goodbye.