Hi everyone Fluteprincess95 here. This is another short story from my creative writing class. We had to choose a genre and write stories using it. I chose realistic fiction and came up with this. Of course when I typed this I added some stuff.
This is supposed to be written in journal format so this is what Norway is thinking since he vary rarely shows emotion.

I hate it when someone asks how you van be friends with someone. That someone, however, is my best friend Matthias and I can easily understand why. I mean he's not exactly the ideal friend. He likes to say up late and party while I like to stay home and watch a movie.
Let me guess, right about now you're probably asking yourself, "How can you be friends with someone who is your opposite?"
My answer. "What I the fun in that? To have a friend who is the same as you is almost impossible."

Let me tell you a little story on how the two of us met. I had just moved from Norway to the United States and was the new kid in my fifth grade class. To tell you the truth, I was extremely nervous. However my brother Emil, who was starting third grade, was more eager to start school and meet new friends since he was younger. Oh how much I envied my little brother. Everyone he met wanted to become his friend but he settled on a selected few. A boy from Hong Kong, I think his name was Lee Wang, a nice girl from Liechtenstein, Lily Zwingli, and another boy from England, Peter Kirkland.
Enough about my little brother, now back to me. After we were escorted to our classes, Emil was taken to his class first; I met my teacher for the rest of the school year. The teacher introduced himself as Mr. Vargas. He seemed more like a lazy adult than an actual teacher. Mr. Vargas told me to sit next to, who else, Mathias Kohler.

Now when I first met him, I thought he was a complete and utter idiot and I still do. Throughout my first day he kept asking me over and over if he could be my friend. He also asked me questions like, "why do you have a funny accent?" and "why did you move?" I think you can understand my frustration.
Then again I was eleven years old with no way to contact my old friends.
After many attempts to become my friend, I finally gave in. I swear I have never seen with so much energy. When I gave him my answer he gave me the biggest grin I've seen.

So that's my story. The lesson of my story: don't let people question your friends. Especially when they have no clue what they're talking about.

Thanks for reading! I will probably be uploading more of my genre writings as soon as I can since it is a class assignment.
More news… I am on spring break and hopefully will be uploading more Hetalia Sings the Beatles! Chapters soon. The poll on my profile is also still open.
Thank you,
Fluteprncess95