I made a terrible third chapter, but this one replaces it

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Clara

Why is Julian such a jerk? Is he that insecure that he has to insult other people to make himself feel better? These were the types of questions I thought about on the drive home from school after the tour.

"How was it?" My mom asked me, "Did you make August feel at home?"

I sighed, "I tried mom; I really tried. But something messed that up; two words, can you guess them?"

I had told my mom about most of the people at school that I came in contact with, so it wasn't very surprising when she said, "Julian Albans?"

"Yep," I said in an exasperated tone, which wasn't fair to my mom, "The whole time he was like 'Oh, because you're homeschooled, you're an idiot and don't know anything'. Not that he actually said that, but that's what all his words meant."

"I'm sorry," Mom said, swerving to avoid a badly parked car, "How were Jack and Charlotte?"

I played with my seatbelt, probably not the safest thing to do in a car moving at about 60 miles per hour with cars passing on the other side with approximately a foot of space in between the cars, "Charlotte talked about herself, as always, but it helped to keep Auggie distracted from Julian's comments. Jack was his usual quiet self, too shy to stand up to Julian. I'll call him later and asked what he thought." I said that last sentence mostly to myself; my way of remembering a mental note.

Mom was quiet for a few minutes, "Anything else happen?" She asked. She could tell that there was something I wasn't saying.

I sighed again, "I yelled at Julian, like really yelled. We were always on the border of enemies, but I think I crossed the border."

"Sorry," Mom said, then shrugged, "Honestly, the boy seems like his parents, so I can't blame you."

"Mom," I said as we pulled into the driveway, "Aren't you supposed to tell me to be nice to everyone?"

"Oh right," Mom said, "Be nice to everyone, including Julian."

I rolled my eyes as I got out of the car, "Thanks mom."

She smiled, "Anytime."

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"Carena," I asked my older sister that night before bed, since we shared a room, "Did you have any problems in 5th grade?"

"When I was I 5th grade-"

"It was only 2 years ago!"

She ignored me, "There was this one girl. We were friends for a year when I joined school, but then the next school year, she hated me. I had no idea why." Oh, right. I remember this. Jen Nakao. The girl spread rumors about Carena for a whole school year. Our parents talked to the teachers, especially the robotics teacher since they were both in robotics, but nothing happened.

"How did you resolve it?" I was only eight at the time and didn't care much about the world around me.

"Come to think of it, we didn't. We just stopped talking." She exhaled, "Maybe that was for the best. Of course, you should try to resolve any issues, but if the other person doesn't care to fix anything; why bother?"

Those sentences weighed on my mind heavily when I as I tried to sleep. I remembered that I told my mom that I would call Jack, but I could do that tomorrow. I attempted to find a way that I could fix things with Julian, but I couldn't come up with anything. Maybe it just wasn't possible to repair a broken more/less friendship.

Can someone please tell me how to make border lines? Don't forget to review to make the chapters come faster and better!