“Did you make some new friends at school today, Enid?”
“Yes, Mummy. I met them when I went to the library.” I’d gone there to hide, to lose myself in a book, after the kids in the playground pulled off my glasses, pushed me to the ground and laughed when I cried.
My newfound friends were kind, not bullies or cruel.
“Ignore them,” I could imagine Julian, Dick and Anne giving advice. Hot-tempered George would want to set Timmy onto them.
One day, when I became a famous writer, I’ll write books about my five friends.
“Yes, Mummy. I met them when I went to the library.” I’d gone there to hide, to lose myself in a book, after the kids in the playground pulled off my glasses, pushed me to the ground and laughed when I cried.
My newfound friends were kind, not bullies or cruel.
“Ignore them,” I could imagine Julian, Dick and Anne giving advice. Hot-tempered George would want to set Timmy onto them.
One day, when I became a famous writer, I’ll write books about my five friends.
