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MidReal Story
The Little Baddie
Scenario:young girl named Iris is the lead character. one day she came from the school and saying her dad and mom about her day in school that it was not a good day today. parents are asking why. she is saying i unknowingly broke daisy's favorite pencil so she is upset and not talking to me and a new joinee came to our school this year and aster got 3 rank and i got 4 th rank. usually me, daisy and lark will get top 3 ranks but now i missed it so it is even worse lark also got upset with me. i tried to convince my friends in our library period by reading our favorite book All about Friends and at last they smiled, and continued to say that no one should interrupt us. Iris asked her parents what is life all about. does pencil have so much importance, is rank important, why friendship is so complicated. Levin and Jacinda are Iris's parents. they both decided to have a ritual that every day before bed we three will share our day in life and ending it with a story that reflects the real life in a simple way. are you okay with this. there the story starts...
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Iris
sensitive, and loyal. Iris struggles with the complexities of friendships, particularly with her close friends, Daisy and Lark. She is deeply affected by minor conflicts, like accidentally breaking Daisy's pencil. Iris also grapples with understanding the significance of life, ranks, and social dynamics. At home, she shares her daily experiences with her parents, Levin and Jacinda, who offer guidance and support.
Daisy
intelligent, and sometimes distant. Daisy holds a special place in Iris's heart, and they share a deep bond. After Iris breaks her pencil, Daisy becomes withdrawn and stops talking to her for a while. This incident highlights the challenges in their friendship. Despite this, Daisy remains an essential figure in Iris's life, and their shared history and interests continue to connect them.
Jacinda
gentle, and encouraging. Jacinda mirrors Levin's caring nature and often helps create a soothing atmosphere at home. She asks openended questions to understand Iris's feelings better and supports Jacinda’s efforts to help Iris see beyond superficial aspects of her life at school.
It was not a good day today.
I told my dad and mom as soon as I reached home from school.
They were sitting in the living room, reading their books.
Both of them looked up at me, with a questioning look on their faces.
"What happened?"
My dad asked me.
I took a deep breath and sat down next to my mom.
I didn't know where to start.
It was just a bad day.
"Tell us," my mom said softly.
"I don't know," I said again.
"It was just bad."
"Bad how?"
My dad asked me.
I thought for a moment before I spoke.
"I broke daisy's favorite pencil," I said finally.
"Unintentionally. She is angry with me now. She won't talk to me. And it is even worse. Aster came to our school this year. Usually, me, Daisy, and Lark will get the top 3 ranks. But now Aster got 3rd rank and I got 4th rank. Lark also got angry with me. I tried to convince them during our library period by reading our favorite book All About Friends and at last they smiled."
I stopped talking and looked at my parents.
They were listening to me with rapt attention.
They didn't speak for a long time after I finished talking.
They just looked at each other.
After dinner, Mom and Dad called me to their bedroom.
I sat on their big bed and hugged my favorite purple pillow.
The room was filled with the scent of lavender from Mom's diffuser.
Dad sat in his reading chair, while Mom perched on the bed beside me.
"From now on," Mom said, "we are going to share our day with each other every night before we go to sleep. We will take turns telling our stories."
"But they are not always nice," I said, remembering how Daisy got angry with me today.
"Of course not," Dad replied.
"But that's life. And we learn more from the bad days than from the good ones."
"We will also tell stories to each other," Dad added.
"Real stories, not made-up ones."
"Like what?"
I asked.
"Like what happened to you today," Mom said.
"Or like what happened to us when we were little girls like you."
"And boys like me," Dad added.
"I have a story for you," Mom said, smiling at me.
"When I was your age, I had a friend named Lily. We were inseparable. We would play together every day. One day, she lent me her favorite toy car. It was red and shiny. But while I was playing with it, it fell and broke. Lily was so angry with me that she didn't speak to me for days. I tried everything to make her forgive me. I even gave her all my toys. But nothing worked." "So what did you do?" I asked, intrigued.
"I went to her house every day and waited for her outside her door. And every time she saw me, she would cry again. But one day, she finally spoke to me. She said she missed playing with me and wanted us to be friends again."
"That's nice," I said.
"But why did you want to be friends with someone who didn't forgive you?"
"I wanted to be friends because I loved playing with her," Mom said simply.
"And because she loved playing with me too."
"That's nice," I repeated.
"And what about the toy car?"
"The toy car?" Mom repeated thoughtfully.
"Oh, she forgave me for that too."
"And then?" I asked curiously.
"And then we started playing together again."
"I see," I said softly.
"It's like what happened today with Daisy and Aster," Mom said, smiling at me.
"They didn't forgive you immediately either."
"But they forgave you later," Dad added.
"Yes," Mom said, "and that's how we learned that friendships can be mended with time and understanding."
During lunch break, I sat alone at my usual table.
I picked at my sandwich while watching Daisy and Lark chat with Aster across the cafeteria.
They were laughing at something Aster was showing them in her notebook.
I noticed how Aster's pencils were perfectly sharpened and lined up next to her lunchbox.
It reminded me of Daisy's broken pencil.
My stomach felt tight as I thought about walking over to join them.
But before I could decide, the bell rang.
I gathered my things and headed to class.
As I walked, Aster caught my eye and gave me a small wave.
I waved back, feeling a little better.
When I reached my desk, I noticed a white envelope peeking out from under it.
With trembling fingers, I pulled it out.
It was folded into a neat square.
I unfolded it and saw Daisy's familiar handwriting.
"Meet us at the big oak tree during morning recess tomorrow?"
I read it twice, then three times to make sure I wasn't dreaming.
Through the classroom window, I saw Daisy glance in my direction before quickly turning away.
I carefully folded the note and slipped it into my pencil case, right next to the new pencil I bought to replace the one I broke.
I felt a flicker of hope as I realized tomorrow might be the start of mending what was broken.
After the final bell rings, I linger at my desk, pretending to organize my books.
I sneak glances at Daisy from the corner of my eye.
She's taking longer than usual to pack up too.
When most of our classmates have left, she walks over to my desk.
My heart pounds as she stops in front of me, fidgeting with her pencil case.
"Hey," she says softly, a small smile forming on her face.
"We're all having lunch together tomorrow. Will you sit with us?"
Before I can answer, Lark pokes her head back into the classroom.
"Come on, Daisy!" she calls.
Daisy gives me a quick wave before hurrying away with Lark.
I watch through the classroom window as they turn left, heading in the opposite direction of where our parents usually pick us up.
Curiosity gets the better of me, and I quickly stuff the rest of my books into my backpack.
I slip out of the classroom, keeping a safe distance from them.
As I follow, I notice they turn behind the gymnasium, an area that's off-limits during school hours.
I slow down, my shoes crunching on fallen leaves as I creep along the shadow of the building.
Ahead, I hear their whispers and giggles mixing with an unfamiliar voice.
I stop at the corner, peeking around to see what they're up to.
Aster is there, holding a small box wrapped in colorful paper.
"Do you think she'll like it?" Aster asks, her voice tinged with nervous excitement.
Daisy nods, glancing at Lark before saying, "She has to—it's the only way she'll know how much we miss her."