Woofles: More Friends

This is the fifth chapter of Woofles. I hope you enjoy it!

"I don't know what that means, either!" Lucy fairly screamed. "A sibling is a brother or sister," Natasha replied, a LOT more annoyed now. That's the way seven year-old sisters are, she thought. "What's the second thing?" Natasha asked. "We're going to a church," Momma answered. "Oh," Natasha said. She had been hoping it would be a little more exciting. Lucy was exuberant about it, though. "Yay, a church!" "Girls, are you ready? The school bus will be here any second now!" Momma exclaimed. Beep, beep! "Bye, Momma," Natasha said as she gave her mother a hug. "Bye, Natasha. Have fun!" Momma called after her as she went out the door. Like I will, Natasha thought. When she boarded the bus, Natasha was surprised that Kelsey had saved her a seat. Wow, she really IS a friend, Natasha thought. "Hey, Natasha! How ya doin'?" Kelsey smiled and pointed to the seat next to her. Natasha sat down and looked around the bus. There were many boys and girls sitting there. Maybe I'll find more friends this week, Natasha thought. She saw two African-Americans. They're just like me. Maybe I'll make friends with THEM, she thought. She decided to at least try. When they got off the bus, she didn't take her eyes off of them. She walked up to a Negro girl she had seen on the bus. "Hi, I'm Natasha Brown," she said. The girl ducked shyly and said, "I be Gloria Orgen. I never seen you afore." Natasha explained that she had just come from Virginia. Gloria giggled and said, "I been here in dis school 4 years, and I ain't seen no other Negro kids here." Natasha realized that she had probably just made a new friend. "What classes are you in?" she asked. "I is in Mester Canby's evolution class, Miz Carter's science class, Mester Riley's math class, Miz Mann's spellin' and readin' class, and Miz Sestor's history class." Gloria grinned. "Those are all the classes I is in." Natasha smiled back. "I'll see you in all but one class - math." "I is be seein' you," Gloria said. She turned to leave, and Natasha said,"Um, do you know him?" She pointed to the Negro boy she had seen on the bus. Gloria grined again. "He bbe my brother, John. You be seein' him a lot, too." Then she ran to class. 'A lot, too.' The words echoed in Natasha's ears as she sprinted to Mr. Riley's math class. That must mean I'm gonna see her a
lot, thought Natasha. She knew that the thought didn't leave a hole in her heart.

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