This is a pretty short part, sorry, I hadn't noticed when I was writing it.:(
The months crept by, and Emma's hope for friendship seemed to fade from her grasp. Whatever secret Jaclynn was keeping, she was keeping it silent. She didn't seem to be the carefree girl that she had became friends with the year before. She seemed scared now. Scared of what, Emma didn't know. But she didn't want to admit that they weren't friends anymore. On rare occasions, Jaclynn would come out from her room and join dinner or breakfast and the two girls would talk like nothing had ever happened. Those were the moments Emma lived for. But they were rare and always too short. Jaclynn had the new, weird habit of not wanting to be touched and she always stayed far away from her. But the months were gone and fall drew closer as did the day that Emma was to leave.
“I just have such a good time with her when I can see her, and it looks like she has a good time, too, but why can't she see me more often, why?” Emma asked her doll as she stroked its silky hair. She had began speaking to her dolls not long after the first few weeks of summer.
Loneliness did strange things to people.
“Maybe I can demand to see her more often, but that's not very much like me, now is it?” She continued. The doll stared out into empty space. Sighing deeply, Emma placed the doll to the side and flopped onto the bed. There was only one more week to summer.
As I was copy-pasting the story onto here, I accidentally deleted like HALF of the next part for Glazed. That is when I learned the glory of the undo button. Gosh. I wish I had found that out the first time I deleted a whole story.
That has happened to me TWICE NOW. Where I delete my story and have to rewrite like five pages of it. It's the worst.
Have you ever deleted a story on accident?
Has anyone noticed that the doll Emma/I am holding looks uncannily like Anna?;)