Girl Version -
Dear Diary...
When the boy cried I looked with complete confusion on my face. I wondered "what did I do wrong?" He looked frozen as well as paralyzed. I stood there in silence. The crickets chirping got louder, louder, even louder as the awkwardness spread around the room.
The smell of the dirty old scarf flew a stink around the attic. As my hand griped onto the wet umbrella I continued to feel more regretful. My mother calmly told me to give the soaked umbrella to him. I nodded my head feeling terrible for him. Hearing him cry with happiness and joy made me feel delighted. He forgave me before I even said sorry and that's when I knew we would be friends forever.
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