Page 115 - The Life of A Teenage Girl (Stories About Finding Your Way)

SO… THAT WAS FRIENDSHIP?

one of my red ballpoint pens and started spinning it between her
fingers.

“Man, I can’t believe we pulled this off,” she said.

“Yep. Isn’t it amazing?” Elisha nodded, looking around my room.
I then took the checklist and got an idea.

“Guys, what about ‘help humanity’ now?”
“Ooh! That’s a good one,” Elisha uttered.

We all then decided to help at the Elder Community Service
Apartment. Since we got permission from our parents, we walked to

the place. When we arrived, I found a patient to assist at the service.

We went upstairs and knocked on the door.
It took him a good two minutes before yelling, “What?!”

I cleared my throat. “Uh, sir, we’re part of the service team. We’re
just here to help clean your room and, um… offer advice?”

The door creaked open, and the old man looked us up and down,
completely confused.

“Who are you?”

“Service helpers?” Elisha mumbled, already regretting it.
“You look like ten–year–olds!”

“We’re actually thirteen,” I corrected, like that somehow helped.

“Well, I’m still not letting thirteen–year–olds clean my house!”
Then he slammed the door.

“Looks like we have a hard one,” Madelyn sighed.
I looked at his paper chart, and his name was Frank Williams. He

was a retired Olympic coach.

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