Sunday, December 12, 2010

In Search of a Friend

Here's another story. Enjoy! ^_^

In Search of a Friend
Written by Jeanette Bowman

In a park, not so very far from here, there lives a little girl. But she isn’t like most girls, she is a ghost.
She is a sweet ghost, spending her days watching the little children who come to the park to play. She watched them laugh and play together, sliding down the slides and swinging on the swings. She watched them build castles in the sand box and go up and down on the teeter totter.
She spent day after day watching the children play and have fun with one another. But one day while she was watching them, she realized she was sad because she had no one to play with like the children had each other.
So she decided to go look for a friend. The little ghost girl looked around the park for a friend, but all the children seemed too busy having fun to notice her.
The little ghost girl then went to the bus station to see if any of the grown ups would be her friend, but they all seemed too busy looking bored to notice her.
She then went to the pet store to look for a friend, but the animals there seemed too busy eating to notice her.
The little ghost girl went back to her park, feeling sadder than before because she hadn’t found a friend anywhere.
As she went to the little woods where she lived, she noticed a bright yellow balloon tied to a bench.
The little ghost girl went up to the balloon hopefully. It wasn’t too busy playing, or too busy looking bored, or too busy eating to notice her. The little ghost girl smiled because she finally found a friend.
The little ghost girl and the balloon played at the park on the teeter totter.
They laughed together as they rode the bus.
The two of them went to the pet store together and looked at all the animals.
As the both of them made their way back to the park, a large gust of wind came by and swept the yellow balloon away from the little ghost girl. She chased after the balloon, trying her hardest to catch him.
The little ghost girl chased the balloon until she couldn’t see it any more. She went back to her woods feeling sad again because she had lost her friend.
But then, she saw something yellow far away.
When she got closer she saw that it was her friend, the yellow balloon. But her friend wasn’t alone, there was a little ghost boy sitting on the bench next to her friend.
He smiled at her and said, “Hello, will you be my friend?”
The little ghost girl smiled and said, “Okay.”

The End

There are two illustrations I did for this story located here.

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