I wrote this for an assignment, I liked it so putting it up! lemme know what you think.
She sat on the sidewalk watching the other girls play. They were laughing and swinging, taking turns pushing each other. She watched them whisper secrets to each other. She had tried to be friends with them, but they told her they didn't like the way she looked. You had to dress a certain way to be in their group. You're hair had to be cut; and styled everyday. You couldn't have straight, thin, mousy brown hair. If you wore glasses, they had to be the latest styles. Her parents worked hard. They bought her what they could, but she had a younger brother and sister that needed things too. She loved her parents. She didn't blame them. She couldn't figure out why no one thought she was worth playing with. She was nice. She knew how to act right. She would be a loyal friend. She wouldn't treat them the way they treated her. Yet every day she sat and watched everyone play. She had to be her own friend. "Don't worry," she told herself," someday someone will be your friend." She sat on the sidewalk and waited.
Day after day.
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