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Once upon a time, there were two young girls. One, a muscular, brown-haired girl, was named Cheryl. The other, Anne, was a slim, blond-haired girl. The two girls were closer to each other than anyone else in the world. They figure skated together since third grade. They carpooled together. In the best of times, they had each other to laugh with. In the worst of times, they had each other to hug.
Their years together flew by in a whirl, up until the last month of fifth grade. Anne had another friend, Jennifer, whom Cheryl hated. Jennifer and Anne got into a fight, and Cheryl consoled Anne. She took off her leather bracelet, a special memory from Girl Scout camp, and placed it around Anne's wrist. Cheryl said, "You're my secret sister, and you will be forever. Remember that, through thick and thin."
Anne wore the bracelet everyday. But the worst was yet to come.
One morning, Anne didn't come to skating pracice. One morning became a week, then a month,then the rest of the summer. Everyday, Cheryl questioned, "Where's Anne? Where's Anne?" No one seemed to know. One family knew that Anne's family had over $1,000 in unpaid car repair bills. Another let on that the family hadn't been paying for skating practices.
When the sixth grade started, Cheryl found Jennifer and asked her about Anne. Jennifer told her about a sign on the door of Anne's house, claiming she had moved back to Finland. Jennifer burst into tears, and Cheryl cradled Jen's head in her own chest.
Cheryl grew and grew. Eventually, she grew to a new person, with a new personality. But, every once in a while, she pulled out a picture of her dear friend Anne, who remains the beautiful blond ten-ear-old seared into her memory forever.
This story is basically true. I changed some facts in it, but this actually happened. I am "Cheryl," and I will always remember my dear friend Anne Ijas. I've managed to trace her to Helsinki, Finland. If you know her, please tell her to remember me and tell her to e-mail justahorse@oocities.com for an old American friend. My faith is in you, the readers, and you only. If you find her, I will be forever in your debt. Thank you...
Story ©1997 Rosie
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