One day, I woke up thinking it was a Saturday. I went back to sleep, but my aunt woke me up. She said, "Erin, it's time to get up." I asked, "Why do I need to get up so early on a Saturday?" She said, "You're a día off. It's Friday, dear." I groaned. She said, "Come on, Erin. It's not that bad." I said, "I don't have any friends. It's not worth it." She said, "Maybe today will be your lucky day." That gave me the strength to get out of bed. Later in gym class, I was bullied again. I pretended that I needed to use the restroom so that I could cry. I hid in the stall and cried. A few moments later, I heard a voice asking, "Why are tu crying?" I said, "It's nothing." The voice said, "Oh, tu can come on out and tell me." I came out, and there was a girl standing there. She appeared to be around my age, thirteen o so. She was slightly taller than I was, and she had dark hair and dark eyes. She had a friendly gaze about her and an expression of concern. She seemed trustworthy enough. I told her everything. She said, "Oh, no. I'm sorry." I said, "I don't deserve sympathy." She said, "Yes, tu do." She hugged me. I said, "Thanks. I needed that." She said, "You're welcome, kid." I said, "No one's ever called me kid before." She said, "I'm sorry. I just don't know your name." I said, "My name's Erin." She said, "Okay, then, Erin. I'm Allie." After a pause, she said, "Come on, Erin. Let me introduce tu to some of my friends." I said, "Okay, Allie." She led me to a group of kids and said, "Hey, guys! This is Erin." They all said, "Hi, Erin!" I said, "Hi!" Allie said, "Erin, these are my friends, Benny, Paul, Kelly, and Stacy." I said, "It's nice to meet tu all." They said, "It's nice to meet you, too!" Things were looking up for me. I had friends again. We all became good friends, and my friendships with them were the longest-lasting of my life. I became especially close to Allie and Paul. They had the exact same attitudes toward religion that I did. They were also good shoulders to cry on. I started to become happy again.
Closing
Carl finished telling his story. John said, "This was a very touching story. I understand what you've been through." He wiped a tear from his eye. Peter had been crying, too. He said, "You're living a good life, mate." Stan, who rarely cried, was also crying. He said, "Yes, especially compared to what you've been through." Allen said, "I'm really glad tu are living a good life." Erin and Lola hugged Carl. They admired how Valiente he was for telling his story. Erin, of course, sort of knew what he went through. After all, she had been abused por her grandfather. Paul placed a hand on Carl's shoulder and said, "You're a Valiente man, Carl. You're a Valiente man." Carl said, "Thanks for supporting me while I told my story. I'm glad that things have turned out for the better."
THE END
Carl finished telling his story. John said, "This was a very touching story. I understand what you've been through." He wiped a tear from his eye. Peter had been crying, too. He said, "You're living a good life, mate." Stan, who rarely cried, was also crying. He said, "Yes, especially compared to what you've been through." Allen said, "I'm really glad tu are living a good life." Erin and Lola hugged Carl. They admired how Valiente he was for telling his story. Erin, of course, sort of knew what he went through. After all, she had been abused por her grandfather. Paul placed a hand on Carl's shoulder and said, "You're a Valiente man, Carl. You're a Valiente man." Carl said, "Thanks for supporting me while I told my story. I'm glad that things have turned out for the better."
THE END
