Remember that post I wrote about being a good friend? Well I decided to put up all the comments that people gave me. Thank you to Karis, Helen, Olivia, and Sophie. Here are 4 more posts making the total…8 good qualities in a friend! Here they are:
5. I think that a friend should forgive, or at least listen to your apology. Especially if you were just kidding.-Karis
6. With all those good qualities that a friend have, I think trust is another important trait. A friend should believe and know that you trust him/her because with trust, there is no walls between that can break the friendship apart. Because friendship a one thing that two or more people share, even though you have to ever go away.-Helen
7. Mercy. If your friend does something mean that hurts you, accept their apology. No matter how tempting it is to stop being friends with the person and gossip about them and tell the whole school how mean they are, don’t. If you can work things out by yourself and try to be merciful, things will turn out better and you’ll probably end up getting your friend back. Trust me I know.
8. Friendship (I think) is about knowing who you are and figuring yourself out. Friends always help you, like give you opinions and a lot others, but i agree with Helen, trust is really important. A friend is someone you can depend on, and without trust, you got no friend.-Sophie-Soph
Thank you again to all those people and I hope you like my post.
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In the beginning of the year I made a post about myself. That was when our class had just started blogging. Now when we’re almost at the end of fifth grade, I decided to write another one. A rewrite, I guess. Anyways, here it is. (Oh, and when you read this, pretend you don’t know anything about me if you do.)
My name is Gwen. Well, Gwenyth really, but everybody calls me Gwen. I love to horseback ride, read, and play on the computer. I also like to play soccer, but I don’t play that often. My favorite book is The Goblin Wood by Hilari Bell. I have 2 dogs and a sister. Ginger, one of the dogs, adores me and has 3 legs. She barks a lot. The barking can make me really stressed sometimes. The other dog, Nahla, never wants to be out beaten by Ginger, so whenever Ginger gets attention, she pushes in for some too. She never listens though expect if there’s a treat involved. She also barks a lot. They both love riding in the car, even though we’ve gone to the vet multiple times in it. I don’t get it. My sister, Malaika is annoying sometimes and other times nice. Like most little sisters. Well, I can’t really think of anything more. Hope you know all you want to know about me.
I’d love to ride the horse on the left.
The brown dog kind of looks almost exactly like Nahla. Except Nahla doesn’t have any white on her.
I love being in libraries.
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This story is about a girl who is new at a school and has no friends. Hope it appeals to you!
Paw Friendship by Gwen
The school bus screeched, and slowed to a halt.
I sighed and stared out the window. It was so hard to move here. I had to leave all my friends behind. It’s okay though, I tried to convince myself. Dad has a better job than he’s ever going to get. I sighed again, giving up the idea of convincing myself and started to turn away from the window. But something caught my eye.
There was a group of bald people, in what looked like orangish-brownish togas, walking towards a bus stop. Where they went from there, I don’t know. Dad had said something about being them being religious, but they still were strange and new to me. I kept staring at where they had been as the empty bus I was sitting in moved on.
Now that I was on the lookout for strange new things, I saw many. There were mini shops on wheels. There were foot massage shops. Everything was so cool!
But then I saw something that saddened me. A dog was lying in an empty parking lot. He was so thin you could see his ribs. At first I thought he was dead, but then he lifted his head. I was relieved, but I also felt like crying. The poor thing was probably miserable.
Then the school came into sight and I forgot all about the dog.
* * *
The day went smoothly and soon it was almost time to go home. I had one class left. French. I got there just as the second bell rang.
“Alright everybody, settle down, settle down. I’m Mr. Zopta, but you can call me Mr. Z.” a man standing at the front said. “I’ve seen a lot of you around the school, but some of you are unfamiliar. Who’s new here?” he added.
I raised my hand and he pointed at me.
“I’m Charlotte West. A 7th grader from Virginia.” I said.
“Welcome to the International School of Bangkok, Charlotte. May I ask why you are in the advanced group of French when you are only in your first year here and are in 7th grade? You usually have to be in 8th grade to be in this class.”
I now noticed that most everybody seemed older than me.
“I have been taking French since second grade.” I said quietly.
“Five years eh? Impressive. You should know more French than most of this class then.”
I nodded.
“Okay then everybody. First thing we’re going do this year is a project. I’m going to pair you up with somebody with about the same French speaking ability. You’ll be reporting on something of your choice and in anyway you wish. You must agree. And remember. You have to write it in French. Got it? Good. When I tell you who your partner is, go and sit somewhere you can work. Charlotte and June.” he said.
I must have looked confused because he pointed at a white-haired girl sitting at the back with what looked like some sort of clique. You could tell they were with all that makeup. She didn’t have makeup on though and my heart leaped.
June came over to sit beside me and I moved over to make room for her. She got right down to business.
“What kinds of things do you like?” she asked.
“Dogs,” I said immediately. “Chien.”
“Great!” she said enthusiastically. “I love dogs too!”
We worked hard on our project the whole lesson and planned to meet afterschool in the library the next day.
By the end of French class my heart was soaring. Had I found a friend?
* * *
After French class I started putting back and taking stuff from my locker. Out of the corner of my eye I saw June come up behind me.
Did she want to hang out? Did she want to be my friend?
“Hi!” I said, a little too enthusiastically.
“Hi,” she said. She looked embarrassed. “I was just getting something from my locker.”
“Oh, okay.” I said, trying to keep the disappointment out of my voice.
She took a notebook, stuffed it into her bag, and walked away.
I sighed, and as I stared at her retreating back, a thought came to me. What if I started a club? Wouldn’t that get me some friends? The question was, what kind of club?
* * *
I thought about the club all the way home from school. (There was a lot of time to think because of the traffic.) I thought about the club on the elevator. (We’re on the top floor.) And I thought about the club while I did my homework. Then I sat on the couch to think even more.
My mind wandered to my day. The shops on wheels, my worries, the almost dead dog…Dog! I sat straight up. That was it! I could have a club for dogs!
“A club for helping dogs!” I said aloud, thinking of how thin the dog on the street was.
“What was that, honey?” my mom called from the kitchen.
“Nothing. Just thinking.” I called back.
I grabbed a sheet of paper and got right to work.
* * *
I worked at every chance I could get on that club. It was my only chance to make friends, and I wasn’t about to ruin it.
By the end of the week, I had posters up everywhere. I got teased by some of the more popular kids, but I didn’t care. I was going to make some friends, whatever it took.
* * *
A week goes by. Nobody has called the phone number I put on the poster. I start to feel discouraged. What if nobody ever calls?
Another week goes by. Then a month. Every passing day making me more and more discouraged. When 2 months have gone by, I give up.
At lunch break I start going around taking down posters, but a sight stops me. June is sitting on the benches crying!
I hurry up to her.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
“My friends don’t think I’m cool enough to be in their group,” she sniffled.
“Why?” I asked.
“I don’t wear makeup like them,” she told me.
“Well you can be my friend,” I said without thinking twice. “You can join Magic Paws too.” I added.
She looked up her eyes shining.
“Really? Thanks!”
“Sure. I know a dog I really want to help.”
We started planning. I was glad I had a new 7th grade friend.
* * *
My mom picked June and I up after school on Friday and we headed to the place I had seen the dog. My mom stopped the car and June and I jumped out.
I saw the dog asleep on the pavement. June and I approached slowly and cautiously not wanting to startle the poor thing.
He raises his head as June and I slide a blanket under him, but he doesn’t make any signs of protest. We carry him all the way my minivan and put him in the back. June and I got in on either side of him.
As my mom drove to the local vet June and I silently picked ticks and fleas out of the dog’s fur. At the vet he got checked up, cleaned, given shots, given food, and given water.
As we were driving back, I noticed something.
“Mom! Where are we going? This isn’t the way back to the parking lot!”
My mother gave me a smile.
“He’ll be a great addition to the family don’t you think?”
“Yes!!!”
I pounded the air with my fist, gave June a high five, and the dog a hug. He wagged his tail.
“Hmmm…what should we name you?” I said to the dog. “Wait! I know! I’ll name you Life because you and many other things are making my life so much better.”
June and I high fived again and smiled at each other. Life just wagged his tail.
