"My Tiny Friend"
Story by Ankita
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for Geordie New_Zealand
REF#_f19-1/GeordieB1.GIF
I felt very lonely when we shifted to a new house in a small place near London. Making friends in my new
school was difficult, especially as it was a girls school. The girls were not so interesting. They did not
read horror stories and did not wear small dresses or jeans like I always wore. They used to wear long skirts
or frocks. I really wished for a good friend. I missed Josh in London. My parents promised me to send me to a
hostel in London after three months when they would transfer to Denmark. After that they would also come back
to London. But three months were too long.
One day I found a beautiful bottle as I was walking through the woods. It was a perfume bottle. I opened
it to smell it and suddenly a handsome looking boy came out. The only peculiar thing about it was it was small,
small enough to fit in my hand.
He told me his name was Rick but he refused to tell me how he got into that perfume bottle. I played
with Rick everyday. He was so cute. I shared my joys and sorrows with him. It was like suddenly my wish had
come true. I hid Rick well, out of my parents sight.
The days were slipping faster. My parents told me that I had to go to the hostel after two months.
They said that they were not going to wait any longer. I was happy but also sad as I had to leave my little
friend. Rick said that he had to find his own parents and refused to come with me. He came to the airport with
me. I kissed him before going tears rolling from my eyes. But something strange happened. As soon as I kissed
him he grew as tall as me and then a little bit taller than me. He thanked me and said this was a bit of
someone's curse. He promised me to meet again.
I was happy to be back in London. Josh was no longer a good friend of mine. He had forgotten me. I
remembered my little friend who was no longer little. And one day I spotted him in a street...
The End
Story by: Ankita, age 12, India
