Carl
I've been thinking a lot about my fifth grade year lately. I had a best friend, and her name was Mia. She stuck with me until the very end. I've found her. I've really found her! I didn't realize how much I missed her until I found her again. We're walking back to camp. I know that Dad will be happy to see her, and that everyone will love her. We got nearer to the prison and finally to the gate. Now's the time to impress her with my awesome lock skills. We got in and out without a hitch. I got inside the building and met Glenn there.
"Hey Glenn, this is Mia. She's my best friend," I told him.
Glenn looked ready to tell me off for bringing yet another person in here until I said that she was my best friend. After that, he looked shocked.
"Well, Carl," he said, "how do you know?"
I looked at him for a minute. I was about to say something until Mia stepped up.
"My name is Mia Foster. I was in Mrs. Finney's fifth grade class with Carl. My nickname for him was Goofball, and his nickname for me was Kitty."
Glenn looked rather impressed, and then he nodded his head.
"Carl, your dad is talking with Daryl near the back wall," Glenn explained. I nodded and looked over to Mia.
"Follow me," I said in the manliest voice I could muster.
Now, Mia was the one looking shocked.
"I thought your dad was dead," Mia whispered.
"Well, does he look dead to you?" I asked her once we could see him.
I started to walk a little faster once we got closer to them.
"Hey, Dad," I yelled.
Dad turned his attention from Daryl, and he walked towards me.
"Who is she?" Dad asked.
I sighed and said "Don't you remember Mia?"
Dad looked shocked and he said"That's really you, Mia?"
She nodded and smiled. Dad and Mia always got along very well; we even made up a handshake. Now was not the time for handshakes though. Dad pulled her into a short hug and smiled down on her. That was when I knew everything was going to be alright again.