Chatterbox: Inkwell

Seriously? My mom just went out a few weeks ago and bought me this thing. It's called, "The Journal of Wishing". BORING! I'm not six anymore, Mom! But, be greatful for what you have. Today was the last day of school. Kids were wriggling in their seats, just trying to stay still. When the bell rang, I waited for everyone to clear out, and I walked over to my locker. Slamming my fist into it, I screamed when all that came back was a hollow THUD. "Gyaaa!" I yelled, kicking the locker until it flew open, spreading my papers, photos, and stories all over the floor. "Welp," came a voice, "you fixed it, alright." I looked up. There stood Shiro, my best friend. "Hey, Shiro." He gave me his goofy grin, and picked up all of my papers, while I grabbed my stories and photos. He handed me my papers, asking these simple words, "Wanna come to my house?" I nodded, following him like a dog. "I brought wagashi!" Shiro looked at me, with a begging look on his face. "Fine." I threw him some mochi, and he devoured it. On the way to his house we talked about the new LOZ game, Link's Awakning. I had already beat it, but he needed some tips. As we were walking down the street, I saw one of my papers fly out of my backpack. "Wait here!" I ran to catch it, and when I did, headlights came up, getting closer, closer, until... SCREEEEEEEEEEEEECH! It stopped right in front of me. "Suki! Are you okay?" I broke down crying, not because my paper was crumpled, but because I was terrified. Shiro picked me up, taking me inside his house. "S-S-Shiro?" He gave me a solid look that seemed to say, "Hmm?" I hugged him tightly, and whispered into his ear, "I'm moving." He stared me down, tears welling up in his eyes. "Why?!" I looked down at my black shoes, saying, "My dad wants to retire there." I smiled weakly, walking out of his house, and caling behind me, "See you next summer!"