After school on Friday, I waited at the school gate lo walk home with Jemma, as usual. Then I saw 1 talking and laughing happily with some other girls. She glanced (瞥了一眼) at me and left me alone there I knew fight then that I had 2 my best friend.
At dinner, Mom asked. "Is Jemma coming by tomorrow?"
I shrugged (耸肩) and said nothing.
The next morning. Mom asked. "Today is 3. What are you and Jemma going to do?" I shrugged again. "4 is Jemma?"
Mom took a look at me. Them she said, "Will you take these magazines to Grandma, please?"
5 I walked down the street, a new girl in the neighborhood came towards me, smiling. But I just went 6 her.
Grandma welcomed me at the door with a warm hug.
Sitting on the sofa, I noticed a(an) 7 of kids in old-fashioned clothes on the table . Grandma pointed at a girl with short fair hair.
"That's Beth Lambert," she said. "My best friend. Until a week before we took this photo." I was 8 at that.
"Beth and I were best friends in school. We did everything 9. Then one day, she made new friends and said she didn't want to hang out with me anymore. Nothing hurt 10 that."
I didn't say anything. I couldn't. I knew I'd start 11 if I opened my mouth.
Grandma hugged me again. "Simone, sometimes friends grow 12. It might happen to anyone," she continued. "Then, see him?" Grandma's finger 13 to a boy with glasses in the photo. "He lived near me. When I was walking home by myself 14 this boy was, too, I said 'hello'. And we became friends."
"So, if we want to start a new friendship," she smiled. "One 15 is all it took."
As I was heading home, that new girl appeared again. I went towards her and spoke, "Hello."
