Friends

Heather and I are friends. She likes to ignore me a lot, but that's okay. I play jokes on her to get her back. I don't think Heather likes my jokes very much. She always looks real worried when she finds them out.

But we play games together! Like tag or hide and go seek! Heather isn't very good at finding me, but she's a real fast runner in tag.

I try to play other games with her, like blocks or kick ball, but she never seems to like those.

Lately, Heather doesn't come upstairs very often to play with me. When she does, her parents are with her. They look in her closet and under the bed. But we're not playing hide and seek, so I don't know why they do that.

Heather goes to school everyday, and things are quite boring while she's gone.

Why don't I go to school? Well, I don't want to, so, I don't.

Anyway, while Heather is gone, I like to play with her toys. She has some really nice toys, Heather does. She has porcelain dolls and houses for them, and she has plenty of jacks- they're probably my favorite, and she has lots of pretty hats, but I don't think those are toys.

Heather's parents buy her lots of things. I think that's because they know she gets worried real easy, so they buy her toys to make her happy.

I know she gets worried real easy 'cause she always looks worried while we're playing.

Today, Heather came home and when she saw me playing, she started crying. I didn't want her to cry, so I tried to make her laugh with one of her dolls. Heather saw and started crying more.

"Get out!" she yelled. "Leave me alone!"

Get out? I wasn't going to leave, not when my friend was upset.

"Go away! Leave!"

I was not going to leave. No. No! This is my house!

"Get out!"

Heather's parents came in because of all of the yelling, but I didn't care.

I was mad. Heather was telling me to leave my house! My home! Anyone can look at the rock next to the house; it has my name! My parents dedicated it to me when I died in 1837!