My Friend

One time my friend Dez and I were playing at my farm when we went to get a drink at the store because it was so hot. We both had money to spend for the day. My money was in my pocket. I paid for my drink and Dez put her hand into her pocket to pay for hers. It wasn’t there! She did not have her money. She could not believe it because she just had it. Then Dez looked over at me and saw my $20 bill. Before I knew it, she yelled at me saying, “Jackie, you stole my money! I thought you were my friend.”

I felt really bad because I didn’t take her money. She is my friend and she hurt my feelings. I was angry and I thought, “She can’t accuse me of stealing you money!” I shouted at Dez, “I DID NOT DO IT!”

While we were talking, her brother came into the store and asked, “Is this your money, Dez? It was on the kitchen table.” Dez’s eyes opened wide!!! There was her money. She must have left it on the table when she hurried out the door.

Dez looked sadly at me and said, “I’m so sorry, Jackie. I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions.”

She felt very sorry that she yelled at me. I said, “Well, you accused me of stealing your money. That was not very nice.”

When I was leaving the store my brother, Josh, walked up to us and asked, “What’s going on?” Then Dez said, "I thought Jackie had stolen my money.”

My brother said, “OK !!! Let’s get this problem solved. You two have been friends forever. Don’t let this get between you.”

He wanted us to be friends again. So I said it was ok I shouldn’t have yelled at Dez that hard. Dez looked at me and I knew she was very sorry. We made up and went back to the farm to play because that’s what friends do.

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Patti Weeg
patti@globalclassroom.org

May 1, 2003