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It was a sunny day. It was one heck of a hot, sunny, Summer day. I was sitting on my fence that is all a round my house. (Oh! My name is Benery. Weird named isn't it.) I was waiting for my friend No-No. That's what I call her. But her real name is Noah. Noah always came to my house to play, talk, to homework, and clean my room. I never went to Noah's house but who needed to? I knew Noah ever since I was 4. Noah was 5 when I met her.
One day my mom and dad said Noah cannot come over. That made me very mad. So that I ran away from home. I didn't care. It seemed like my mom didn't care at ALL. But Noah did, he was even crying. When Noah could not see me anymore she punched my mom in the face and handed home.
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(March 3, 2015 - 11:23 pm)
(March 3, 2015 - 11:23 pm)
And perhaps that can explain how I came to Noah's house the first time.
Okay, let me clarify something: I didn't fully run away. Or maybe I did. Either way, three days after that incident Noah found me huddled in our fort way back in the meadow bordering my property. She shuffled over the wrappers that had accumulated since I left my place and sat down next to me.
She didn't say anything at first, but I knew she was comforting me. You can't know someone for 7 and 7/8 years and not understand everybit of their body language.
Perhaps a few hours past in that fort: I do not know. All I know is that slowly my ball of emotions untangled itself, so by the time she first spoke, I was feeling rather calm.
Until I heard what she said. "Want to come and stay at my place?" she asked breezily, as if I had traversed there every day of my life. Suddenly I felt my whole world shift again.
(March 4, 2015 - 8:03 am)
(March 7, 2015 - 5:16 pm)