by Jemivieve, 11, Victoria
I frowned at Sophie and pulled on my mask. We were about to do sword fighting (only with fake, plastic swords, of course) at our summer camp.
“Bring it on, Dumb Darcy,” Sophie said. I hated how she called me that.
“Fine, bring it on, then, Stupid Sophie.” I shot back. Everyone knew how much we hated each other.
“Three, two, one, go!” the lady announced.
With our plastic swords we fought. We ran a long way and eventually came to the edge of a cliff. The others had stayed behind. I gasped as I slipped and fell. I heard Sophie scream too, as I had accidently hit her with my sword and bumped her off the cliff. I hopped up, as soon as possible, and ran to her in fright.
“Are you OK?” I asked.
“Yeah — I think,” she called, clutching a branch that stuck out of the cliff with her hands.
“Hold on — I’ll help you up.”
I lay down on the muddy grass and reached my arm out to her. I held my other hand on my sword I had dug deep into the ground. But before I could even start to pull she pulled me off the cliff and down with her. I screamed, fell and cried out in pain as I bruised my leg.
“Oops,” Sophie said sarcastically.
“Hey! I was only trying to help you! Listen, I’m sorry that we’ve fought for so long, and I’m really sorry for all the things we’ve done to each other — but please forgive me, because the only way we can get back up is by helping each other.”
She smiled at me for the first time. “So, you’re saying that if I help you, the war is over?”
“Yes.” We smiled at each other and I heaved Sophie up onto the ground, and she then pulled me up.
“Thanks,” I began. “Hey, you know, if we really hated each other, then we wouldn’t have helped each other up — right?”
“Oh yeah,” Sophie looked guilty. “In fact, I’ve been so busy worrying about hating you that I’ve forgotten to make friends, but it would be nice to have one.”
“Yeah, same here. You know, we might have a lot in common — why don’t we try to be friends?”
“Okay.” Holding hands we made our way back to the others.
“Did you hate me, all that time?” I asked.
“Only because I thought you hated me.”
“Really? I hated you for that same reason!” We laughed. We had spent so long hating each other — all because of a little misunderstanding.