develop a story in 150 to 200 words on the basis of following hints: After changing five schools due to your fathers transfer you have stopped making good friends .But here was something different in this new friend of yours . You felt that she seemed very familiar...
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I had always been a lonely child. I had changed over five schools due to my father's transfer due to his government job. Sometimes, I asked Mum why we couldn't stay while Dad left. She only said it was best we stay near Dad.
And so we did. Year after year, I am just a little and I've never had any good friends and have never stayed at a place for longer than three months. I don't even have a sibling I can play with. When I asked Mum to give me a sibling, she just smiled and said, "Thank god, it doesn't work like that."
Well, anyways, I learned to live like that.
A few week's back, I arrived at this new town we're staying at. I was enrolled into the school and today is my first day. Even the nervousness and excitement of going to a new school have faded now.
Only the feeling of being alone in a building full of people stays with me.
I sigh as I enter my new classroom. My eyes scan the seats and I take the one at the last, near some quiet kid. But he immediately picks up his bag and changes seats when I sit next to him.
What a rude kid.
After school got over, I rushed home on my bike and finished my homework.
Now that I'm free, I get my toys and my blankets out to the cold garden. I lay the blanket down, sit on it and look at the sky. The feeling may have stuck with me but I'm not about to let it overtake me.
I was about to commence the ultimate fight between Megamon and Fiesty when a whooshing voice penetrates my ear. I sit up straight.
There's a kid my age, sitting on the low wall of my house with a Hotwheels toy in his hand and whizzing it about in the air.
"Who are you?" I ask.
"Who are you?" He asks back.
"I asked first." I say.
"I asked second," He replies.
When I give him a strange looks, he says, defensively, "What? I thought we were stating facts."
"No, we weren't."
His cheeks blush red so I mischievously add, "You idiot!"
He huffed he's not an idiot and I proceeded to tell him to prove it to me and then we chased each other around the garden and that's how I met Peter. He's very nice, he's my age and he used to be in my class.
There's something strange about him, though...
He sorta reminded me of someone but I don't really know.
When I ask him why he doesn't go to my school anymore, he doesn't answer. I wonder if he's transferring too. If so, there's probably no one better than me who can understand.
He won't tell me his surname and who his parents are. But it's okay. I don't mind.
I play with him all day.
I'm really gonna miss him when we leave.
The three months pass by in a blur and soon enough, I'm saying goodbye to Peter and Mum is telling me to stop talking already and get going. So I hurry up and get into the car.
The sense of familiarity washes over me as I look at him again and wave.
It's been three months yet I know just as little about Peter as I knew at the start. He's nice, he's my age, and he used to go to my school.
I sigh sadly.
"What is it, honey?" My Mum coos, "Are you regretting not bringing your friends over to the house now?"
"No," I say, "I asked Peter to come and he did but he was too shy to come inside the house."
"Don't you at least want to say goodbye to him?"
I turn to look at her, bewildered, "What do you mean? I did say goodbye to him, right in front of you. He was standing in front of the gate."
Mum's eyebrows furrow, "Really, now? Oh, honey, i'm so sorry I didn't see him."
"But-But," I stammer, "He was right there."
"Yes, of course, sweetie." Mum says but I know she doesn't believe herself. There was no one at the gate for her.
How's that possible?
"Mum, here," I pull out a picture, "Peter gave me his old picture to keep as a memory of him. See? Didn't you see this boy at the gate?"
Mum looks at him and shrieks.
"Th-That kid!" She says.
"Why? What's wrong with him?" I asked, terrified.
She clenches my shoulder tightly, "D-Don't tell me you've been friends with him all this time?"
I nod in agreement. Mum slumps back in fear and says, "That's Peter. Peter Garrick. He's th
Answer:
After changing five schools due to your Father's transfer you
have stopped making good friends. But there was something
different in this new friend of yours. You felt that she seemed
very familiar. With this hint try to write a short story.