Sometimes I lay silently on the grass and listened to the trees agrue. This is my favorite pastime.

I don’t have any friends, so I pretend as if they’re my best friends—pathetic I know.

But what can I do? I’m the red-headed girl in my class, no one wants to be friends with a _carrot_.

Suddenly I hear words, not words from the trees, but coming from somewhere.

I quickly brush my hands on my pants and hid behind the tree.

“Missy? Are you here?”

_Who’s Missy?_

Suddenly I step on a branch… shoot!

“Is someone here?”

I peek through the tree.

“Who are you?” She asks kindly, her dress looks elegant, with pink lace and white trim.

“Uh…just pretend I’m not here.”

I close my eyes.

“Boo,” She jokes, on the other side of the tree.

“Come play with us, we’re playing hide and seek.”

On that very day, I made friends who would last a lifetime—and still come back. Those girls didn’t care where I came from, who I was, but they welcomed me in with open arms. We all have graduated together.

“Oh my gosh! Look at this photo.” Leah ran her fingers on a scrapbook.

All four of us gathered around her and saw the photo of us all playing the woods, the day that changed my life forever.