I think I haven't wrote a story (on my blog) for a bit. I know my stories aren't exhilarating or mysterious, but I'm trying!
Anyway, here I go.
She stood by the mirror and looked at her self. She sighed.
"When did I turn so old?" she asked herself. Her friend came in.
"Are you still complaining about how you look?" she asked.
"Well, yeah. I'm sorry. I want to look as beautiful as I used to, as beautiful as you," she said.
"Listen, I am your best friend, I don't like it when all you do is complain. It's like listening to a whiny child. Don't take that the wrong way. Why don't we go and have some fun? Let's go," her friend said. That struck her.
"I'm really sorry but I've always loved youth. You know that, don't you?" she asked her friend.
"How could I forget? Besides you're not that old. And I bet you'll love coming with me," her friend said.
"Where?" she said all glum.
"It's a surprise," her friend said encouragingly.
"Okay," she said.
To be continued...
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