The Write Friend

“I hate school.”

“Why, Hannah?” Henry asked.

“My friends aren’t in my class.” Hannah brushed a tear from her cheek. I don’t know anyone! I feel all alone.”

Henry shook his head. “That’s terrible, Hannah. I have Harold and Harley in my class.”

“All my friends are together,” Hannah cried. “I don’t ever want to go back to school again!”

Henry gave Hannah his handkerchief. “Poor Hannah. I hope you find a friend.”

“You’re a good friend to me, Henry,” Hannah sniffed. “You shared your snot-rag with me.”

“Hannah! That’s it!” Henry clapped his hands. “You can share with someone in your class. That’s how new friends are made!”

Hannah’s eyes grew bright. “I have two new pencils. Tomorrow I’ll share one with somebody.”

The next day Hank Hippo sat down beside Hannah. He looked sad.

“I forgot my pencil,” he mumbled. “I won’t be able to do any of my work.”

“I have an extra pencil,” Hannah said kindly. “You can use it.”

Hank’s face lit up. “Thanks. You’re such a friend.”

“I’m Hannah. I’ll be your friend.”

Hank replied with a big smile. “A friend… the write friend. And a new pencil. This is the best day ever!”

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Julie Hagel