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Meany friends that steal


By Hamster Spy - Posted on 08 December 2009

I have this friend who really isn't very nice because she is always rude and steals my stuff. See, it all started when I was 8. I had been playing at her house and my dad said it was time to come home so we ran down to my house because I live right down the street from her. When I got home my dad had gotten ice cream for my brother and me. I ran upstairs to ask my mom if she could spend the night.

My mom said, "No, not tonight."

So I went back down stairs and she was gone and so was my ice cream, so my brother shared with me. But after that we didn't really play anymore.

About one year later we started playing again. But when my mom and dad went to some other place that wasn't here, I don't remember what the pace was called, they brought me back a really pretty lipstick holder and a big huge Dr. Pepper lip gloss thing.

Then one day I showed my friend the holder and lip gloss, then my mom was calling me, so I went out to see what it was. And when I came back to my room, she had to go home. So then she left right away. My lips were chapped, so I went to get the lip gloss and it was gone.

Then my fan was gone, and so was my holder. All I could think was "???????????????" and "Where could all that stuff go? I mean, it was there a second ago before I went to go see what mom wanted, and then it was gone. That's not right.

Then the next day I went to her house and there, right by her chair, I saw MY, lip gloss, MY holder, and MY fan! I was so mad I grabbed my stuff and left.

I knew it was mine because it had my name on all three of the things. I don't really hang with her any more, though I just hang with the bubble. And that's good enough for me.

That didn't sound like a really nice friend. I wonder why she stole your stuff. That was mean. I liked your story!