"I was in the fourth grade when I met Wendy. We were assigned to be buddies, or ...to watch over other. Our class was taking a trip to Washington, D.C., and my brother was at home with the flu. He and I were usually the ones always seen sitting with each other, and Wendy always sat with Emily Hoover." Zara paused, blinked once, and then spoke again. "I remember that day. She had wanted the window seat, and I'd let her have it because she agreed to share her lunch with me when we got to the museum. She was wearing a red sundress, and had a ribbon in her hair, which quickly became the topic of conversation." Wendy's hair was naturally blond, and it hung in a tight braid. The white ribbon added a nice touch to her outfit, considering it was Spring and the weather was beginning to relax and settle into having consistent sunny days. "Of course we weren't friends from the very beginning. Not even fourth-graders are won over that easily. After we'd gotten to the museum, and lunch time had come, we snuck away from the picnic table and played in the grass with Danny Sutton and Rachel Smith. We were having so much fun rolling around in the grass, until Wendy accused me of trying to steal her ribbon. I guess it had fallen off when we were playing. I tried telling her that I didn't do it, but she ran off with Emily and told Ms. Port that I tried to sabotage her hair, and then I got recess taken away for two days. It's a pretty lame punishment, but my fourth grade brain didn't know a greater consequence." She looked at the two women in front of her, wondering if either of them were bored with her long explanation. But they told her to explain what she wanted, and this, to her, was important, because it's her first memory of Wendy.
"We talked again, of course, at our 5th grade graduation, when Wendy was Zachary Lem's replacement to help introduce our guest speaker. She and I had to wait at the podium because the speaker was ten minutes late, and we started playing a game that Mr. MacDonald, our science teacher, had taught us. We didn't realize that the microphone was on until we heard our parents giggling, and then I spotted my mother in the audience blushing because her daughter would now be seen as 'the kid at graduation who sang about science.'"
Okay, it's short because my hands were hurting last night and they kind of are now... I'll write more today though, along with excerpts from my other novels. Sorry about that whole BIG paragraph. This is literally the first draft. Okay, if you noticed, the name of this is not the name of any of the characters for a reason. What do you think is happening?