A Winter Tale
Daniela, Age 11, Richmond, CA

It was a cold, windy winter morning. My friend Wendy and I were sitting in my front porch, playing the game checkers. She had won four games in a row, and I had beat her five times. I could tell that Wendy was freaking out because she thought I was going to win again, but she won, so today's match was a draw. Then Wendy asked me, “Hey,now that we finished our board game, what should we do?”

“You know I hadn't really thought about that. What do you think we should do?”

“I don’t know, but we need something to occupy us for the rest of the winter.”

“Well, there's a party tonight. You want to go?” I asked.

“I am not much of a party girl. I don’t know.”

“Come on. You can talk to our friends anyway.”

“You mean YOUR friends. Nobody likes me anyway,” said Wendy.

“Is that a yes or a no?”


“Are we going or not?”

“I wish I could, but I have an urgent dentist appointment…yeah, a very urgent dentist appointment…um.”

“But your teeth are ultra-strong and crazy white.”

“Oh, look at the time. Sorry, got to go.”

Inside I felt like Wendy was trying to avoid me. So I decided to go to her house and see if she was there. Just as I suspected, she was at her house. I knocked on her door and Wendy’s mom answered the door. Then she said, “Hi, Dani, what brought you here?”

“My mom…I guess.”

“I…I was kind of kidding.”

“I was kind of kidding too. So, is Wendy here?”

“Of course. Why wouldn’t she be here?”

“She kind of told me she was going to an urgent dentist appointment.”


“Does Wendy like to go to parties?”

“Of course. Actually, she told me she was going to a party tonight with her cousin.”

“Her cousin?”

“Yes, she told me that some girl told Wendy that they were cousins.”

“OK, well, I have to go now,” I said.

“OK, it was nice seeing you,” Wendy’s mom said.

At first I was mad like a gorilla because Wendy had lied to me, but then I began to wonder who her cousin was and why she had hidden her cousin from me. Then I began to remember that Wendy told me that all her cousins had moved away. That was when I really began to think.

The next day I found Wendy sitting on a bench alone at school. Then I asked her, “Why didn’t you tell me you found one of your cousins?”

“Because she isn’t my cousin.”

“Then who is she?”

“She is the new girl at school and the new bully.”

“Let me guess: She is trying to bully you, right?”

“Yes, but I don’t know what to do.”

“You could try telling the police.”

“She told me that if I told anyone she would hurt me,” Wendy said.

“Then let’s try to take her down the old fashioned way, by hand.”

“I guess we have to.”

So the next day Wendy told me who the girl was, and as soon as I saw her, I went to talk to her. When I told her to stop bullying Wendy, she took my arm and broke it. I instantly passed out because of the pain. I woke up in the hospital. I tried looking for Wendy, but there was no sign of her.

A few weeks later, after I got out of the hospital, I went to look for Wendy. When I finally found her, she was with the bully. I was really scared of what would happen next. That day the bully was wearing some blue pants and a baby blue t-shirt. Her hair color was dirt brown and her eye color was blue. Her eyes seemed to be saying “I am going to get you.”

When the bully started to grab Wendy’s hand, I went over there and before she could twist Wendy's hand, I got Wendy and went to the principal’s office. The bully tried to chase us, but we were too fast for her. When we told the principal everything, he immediately called the cops.

After the cops took the bully away, Wendy said, “What a week!”

“I know.”

“This may sound kind of funny, but what do you want to do?”

“Last time you asked that you got bullied and I got my hand broken.”

So that is how Wendy and I spent a week of winter. What we actually did after that was just go home and watch TV.  

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