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Making Friends 1
Making friends, ha. I’m the wrong person to be telling you how to do that. I’m the wrong person to tell you anything. If you’re a cartoon fanatic or a 90s kid, you may remember or have heard of a show called Making Fiends. If you haven’t, it’s a show about a girl named Vendetta who makes monsters called ‘fiends’ and a girl named Charlotte who was dumb and wanted to be friends.
My story is going to be similar to Amy Winfrey’s web series. Bless her, she made a very cute show about darkness and friends.
I know how hard it can be to make friends, and even worse, be sociable. It’s terrifying, but with a mix of experience and anxiety attacks, I’ve learned a skill that has helped me cope with the feelings I had as a child and an adult. But it’s important to know that making friends is very hard for me and other people, and that being said, some people may not want or need friends.
So without further ado, I give you the first book of “Making Friends.”
Debbie DeBuff, our main character is a sweet little girl. Quiet, polite, and never been out of the house in the eight years she’s been alive. She gets to leave her two-bit apartment and to a different state.
Her parents packed her bags, put her in the car, and started driving. They said they were going to visit her grandmother’s house. Debbie’s never been, but she’s always loved when Grandma Ernest came to visit. Her parents were actually moving her to her grandma’s house.
Yes, Debbie would live with Grandma Ernest. Why, she had no idea they were moving in, but her grandma was so nice, she was sure her family would love it there in Loford. Her grandma wrote a really good brochure about it. There was a museum and a Grub Burger. Debbie was going to love the school. She’s never been, you know. She’s never seen another kid her age, but she’s watched a lot of TV shows that should substitute an education. At least that’s what her parents say.
The road trip was long and exciting for Debbie. She got to eat at every Grub Burger and diner they passed by for breakfast, lunch and dinner. They slept in motels and sometimes the car. Debbie was very happy. She played games with her parents and listened to the radio.
Finally, they made it to Loford, and it looked like a storm was rolling in. Debbie saw a big house on the outskirts of town. It looked old and far away but pretty. Debbie hoped it wouldn’t get blown away by the approaching storm.
“Remember to smile, dear,” Mrs. DeBuff siad, humming in the passenger’s seat. She was very pretty, but the most noticeable thing was her smile. Big and Happy. Her husband had the same smile through his bushy mustache.
Debbie had a smile too, but it was little. She was happy though. Absolutely excited. “How much longer until we get there?”
“Not much longer, sweetie,” Mr. DeBuff said.
Debbie sat there, hugging her doll that her grandma gave her. What she didn’t know was that the doll was supposed to look like her. It had short black yarny hair and a red dress. Debbie’s hair was blond, and she liked the color purple.
“Look, Debbie, we’re passing by your new school,” her mother said.
The school was now new, or at least in new condition. It was a very somber building with muddy bricks and cracked windows.
“Oh, I can’t want to make friends,” Debbie squealed.
“Just remember to smile,” her mother said again.
They drove a few more blocks past sad looking houses until they came across the happiest looking pink house in Loford. Debbie was so thrilled. The DeBuffs parked their car and their little trailer in front of the house and grabbed Debbie’s bag from the trunk. The next thing to do was to get her moved in.
They walked inside and put her bag on the floor. She was moved in.
“Is that you, dearies?” a sweet old voice called from the other room. Debbie could smell cookies.
A short, chubby old woman came in, her hair in two buns. She wore a frilly apron and a big happy smile. “You’re here!” She greeted them with open arms.
“Grandma!” Debbie shouted and gave her a big hug.
Her house was nice. It had comfy furniture and dollies everywhere. “I love your house,” Debbie said.
“Thank you, dearie,” Ernest smiled.
“Well, we’ve stayed long enough,” Mr. DeBufff said, checking his watch.
“Bye, Debbie,” her mother said and headed for the door.
“You’re not staying?” Debbie asked, a bit confused.
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My story is going to be similar to Amy Winfrey’s web series. Bless her, she made a very cute show about darkness and friends.
I know how hard it can be to make friends, and even worse, be sociable. It’s terrifying, but with a mix of experience and anxiety attacks, I’ve learned a skill that has helped me cope with the feelings I had as a child and an adult. But it’s important to know that making friends is very hard for me and other people, and that being said, some people may not want or need friends.
So without further ado, I give you the first book of “Making Friends.”
Debbie DeBuff, our main character is a sweet little girl. Quiet, polite, and never been out of the house in the eight years she’s been alive. She gets to leave her two-bit apartment and to a different state.
Her parents packed her bags, put her in the car, and started driving. They said they were going to visit her grandmother’s house. Debbie’s never been, but she’s always loved when Grandma Ernest came to visit. Her parents were actually moving her to her grandma’s house.
Yes, Debbie would live with Grandma Ernest. Why, she had no idea they were moving in, but her grandma was so nice, she was sure her family would love it there in Loford. Her grandma wrote a really good brochure about it. There was a museum and a Grub Burger. Debbie was going to love the school. She’s never been, you know. She’s never seen another kid her age, but she’s watched a lot of TV shows that should substitute an education. At least that’s what her parents say.
The road trip was long and exciting for Debbie. She got to eat at every Grub Burger and diner they passed by for breakfast, lunch and dinner. They slept in motels and sometimes the car. Debbie was very happy. She played games with her parents and listened to the radio.
Finally, they made it to Loford, and it looked like a storm was rolling in. Debbie saw a big house on the outskirts of town. It looked old and far away but pretty. Debbie hoped it wouldn’t get blown away by the approaching storm.
“Remember to smile, dear,” Mrs. DeBuff siad, humming in the passenger’s seat. She was very pretty, but the most noticeable thing was her smile. Big and Happy. Her husband had the same smile through his bushy mustache.
Debbie had a smile too, but it was little. She was happy though. Absolutely excited. “How much longer until we get there?”
“Not much longer, sweetie,” Mr. DeBuff said.
Debbie sat there, hugging her doll that her grandma gave her. What she didn’t know was that the doll was supposed to look like her. It had short black yarny hair and a red dress. Debbie’s hair was blond, and she liked the color purple.
“Look, Debbie, we’re passing by your new school,” her mother said.
The school was now new, or at least in new condition. It was a very somber building with muddy bricks and cracked windows.
“Oh, I can’t want to make friends,” Debbie squealed.
“Just remember to smile,” her mother said again.
They drove a few more blocks past sad looking houses until they came across the happiest looking pink house in Loford. Debbie was so thrilled. The DeBuffs parked their car and their little trailer in front of the house and grabbed Debbie’s bag from the trunk. The next thing to do was to get her moved in.
They walked inside and put her bag on the floor. She was moved in.
“Is that you, dearies?” a sweet old voice called from the other room. Debbie could smell cookies.
A short, chubby old woman came in, her hair in two buns. She wore a frilly apron and a big happy smile. “You’re here!” She greeted them with open arms.
“Grandma!” Debbie shouted and gave her a big hug.
Her house was nice. It had comfy furniture and dollies everywhere. “I love your house,” Debbie said.
“Thank you, dearie,” Ernest smiled.
“Well, we’ve stayed long enough,” Mr. DeBufff said, checking his watch.
“Bye, Debbie,” her mother said and headed for the door.
“You’re not staying?” Debbie asked, a bit confused.
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