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It feels kind of silly, hiding on the playground but that's the only way I can see the ball game-and watch him. I don't understand why he looks so sad. I've always heard that baseball is supposed to make boys happy. Maybe he's just always gloomy. Or else he has problems. When that happens to me, I can talk to my mom-she's very understanding about stuff. And she really listens. We all need someone to listen to us. I could be "his person" and listen but he doesn't know I'm alive. Maybe someday.
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I'm tired. School dragged on forever and now I have to walk home. Sure would be nice to have company. Wonder why I never had brothers and sisters? Supposedly they're a pain-at least that's what Jimmy Brockway says. I always thought it would be kind of nice to have a few. Somebody to share things with, borrow clothes from, and just hang out.
He's got a sister. I don't know how well they get along but he always waits for her after school. Then they walk home together. That's really nice-he must be a good big brother. Uh oh, there they are now. She talks a mile a minute and he just surges ahead. Maybe she makes him crazy like Jimmy's little sister. Wonder if she knows how lucky she is.
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Since I got my homework done, Mom let me cruise on my bike before dinner. I feel like I'm flying with the wind. Of course, I could just happen to blow over to the next street and catch a glimpse of him. He hangs out with his dog a lot. With any luck, tonight he'll be outside. Maybe I could stop and talk to him. Hmmmm....what are the chances?
Oh my gosh-there he is, playing with the dog. He's coming this way-what should I do? Stay calm, just keep pedaling, be friendly, say something. What's that noise? Oh good grief: it's my heart pounding. What if he hears it? How humiliating!
"Hi." (That was original!)
"Hello."
"Nice dog."
"Thanks. It's a beagle."
"He's cute. Aren't you in my class at school?"
"Yeah, I've seen you. You're the little red haired girl that sits behind me."
"I've seen you too: in the lunchroom, on the playground, and around the neighborhood. I've even watched you play baseball."
"You have? Why would you do that?"
"Because, Charlie Brown, I think you might be a really nice person and I'd like to get to know you."
"You know my name? Gee-I don't even know yours. Everybody just calls you 'the little red haired girl'. You kind of stay to yourself, ya know?"
"I know but that doesn't mean I don't want friends. I'm pretty nice once you get to know me."
"Well, I could use a new friend-they're in short supply. Snoopy here is really the only one. The rest of the kids just like to make fun of me."
"Yeah, I know. And that's something I would never do. I don't think it's nice and certainly not how I would want to be treated. Friends should be kind to each other. At least, that's the kind of friend I would be...if you're interested."
"Yeah, I'd like that. There's only one problem."
"What's that?"
"I still don't know your name!"
"It's Allison. Wanna go for a bike ride?"
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