Opening Act
"Chris!" I shouted as I ran toward my friend. As usual, my friend Christina was waving enthusiasically from the sidewalk, her deep blue eyes sparkling like crazy.
"Susan!" she shouted, forgetting to call me by my nickname, Sue. If Christina was this excited, even to forget my nickname, the event that was exciting my friend must be a major one.
"What's it?" I asked as I jogged up to her. "What's up?"
Christina gave me a huge smile and said, "There's a new girl in my class!"
I stopped dead. There was a new girl in Christina's class? But why? My class lacked more kids than other classes, so why did the new girl go to her class instead of mine?
Christina went on, not detecting my awful silence. "Her name's Mary, but she prefers to be called Molly instead. She has round glasses, and usually dress in black. She does have her faults though. She's kind of mean, I have to say. Now, Susan, what's making you troubled, girlfriend?"
I forced a smile to my face. "Oh, it's nothing. Anyway, let's go. Lisa would get this furious when we don't meet her in time." I said as I pulled up an angry face.
Christina snickered and I laughed too. Then we started walking.
"Have you read the new book of Dork Diaries?" I asked as I remembered the new book I was saving for.
"No. I'm saving up for it. By the way, do you see Lisa anywhere - oh, there she is!" Christina shouted with joy as she pointed at a girl who was running toward us.
Indeed, she was Lisa, but she kind of looked different.
When Lisa reached us, I gasped. "Li - Lisa! Your - your hair!" I stammered as I stared at Lisa's short, brown hair.
Lisa frowned as she tugged on her short hair. "Ugh, it's all mum's fault. She made me cut my hair! She said I looked like a ghost with my long hair. I don't think so, but I just followed her to the beauty parlor anyway. Then chop, chop!"
We all burst into laughter. Lisa wanted to be a writer like all of us, but she was an excellent acter.
I waved my hand at my friends as I parted with them. My class and their class was different, and was located on different floors.
Because the teachers banned going to different floors to meet our friends on the first day of school, I had no choice but to meet them at the cafeteria or after school.
It wasn't really fun without my friends, but I got used to it. I had no friends in second grade, and I managed to pass it. So how hard it would be to have friends, just in different classes? I could wait for my friends and meet them after school. When I had no friends, I couldn't do that. Thus, I think being in different classes didn't ruin our friendships, so how could things get worse?
It could, and it did.