Uh, okay, I haven't written a story in a while so here goes. >.>

(btw, title= title of my brother's poem,)

I walked into the garage, to get the lawn mover. It was October 31, and I had to mow the lawn. My friends thought it was dumb, that I had to do chores, not my parents. It blew off my shoulder, I didn't care. So off I went, moving the lawn, my lawn.

"Jackie!?" I screeched, "Where have you been!? For four months you were literally off the face of the Earth. How are you!?"
Jackie replied, "Fine. Why you so O.D. about me leaving?" She stormed off.
I thought, I was being a good friend. Cautious about that happened to my friends. I guess they don't feel the same.
"Jackie," I fast walked, "Wait up! Don't walk so fast I'm pretty tired."
"Still moving lawns, huh?" She said angrily.
"Uh, yes. But why you so mad at me?" I asked.
"Nothing. Something happened in Georgia."
"Atlanta? Who did you go with?"
"This isn't the time, Randy. Goodbye." She said as she hopped onto a scooter. Jackie was always the odd one. I rolled my eyes and got back to moving lawns.