"Hey, Jenna, do you think we' ll still be friends when we're eighty-two?" I asked my friend. Losing Jenna would be like losing a very close sister. "Of course, we'll still be friends when we're eighty-two," Jenna announced loudly The next year, in Grade Four, we met Jamie. The three of us soon became close friends. We played together almost every day. I thought even time couldn't pull us apart, but I was sadly mistaken. The three of us started fighting a lot. Before Christmas, We had a really big fight, and Jamie and Jenna were against me, both saying I was bossy  . I felt helpless and lonely. I thought Christmas would be horrible!  _  "Wow," I said, breaking the silence as we stood on either side of my front door. "Thanks." "Okay...well... I have to go," she said softly. "Okay. See you later then..." and I closed the door. "Who was that at the door?" my mom asked. "It was Jenna, my classmate." I said. The card started off with "Merry Christmas", but then it said, "I am so glad we're friends. I am sorry about what I said when we were fighting. A fight won't stop us from being friends. Besides, we said we were going to be friends even when we're eighty-two." I stopped reading and started laughing. I couldn't believe I had forgotten what she said that day in the backyard. I couldn't believe I had been so selfish in trying to make my friends feel sorry for me. How would the author and Jenna get along with each other after Christmas?
They would be close friends again. They would not speak to each other. They would lose touch with each other. They would go on fighting with each other.