Every night, as Gertrude got ready for bed, her Momma combing out her tangled hair, she thought, "Tomorrow will be the day where I make a friend." She pictured so many different scenarios in her mind in how this could play out for her. She thought about how maybe, finally she'd be invited to play on the monkey bars with the other girls instead of
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I really like your entry. It made me feel for your character so much that I'm glad at the end at her willingness to do something about her bullies. Even if it was pushing someone off the monkey bars.
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I, thankfully, wasn't mercilessly teased like Gertie, but I struggled with making friends. Initially, the story reminded me of when I wasn't "allowed" to play with the group of "popular" girls anymore because I couldn't do a cartwheel. At one point, I'd thought I'd made a new friend out on the field one day at recess and then I could never find her again; I literally spent days wandering the section of field where we'd played to no avail.
-Tia
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Kids can be cruel :( I had friend who one day disappeared - he was a foster kid who ended up I assume in a new home but I struggled with that.
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