Quotes About Friendship

Ann M. Martin

I'm not going to be able to go with you this afternoon," I said. "Oh." She didn't seem crushed, but I could tell she wasn't overjoyed, either. "Well, I guess I can find enough stuff myself." "Okay," I said. "Will you be at the meeting?" Kristy asked. "Yeah." "See you." " 'Bye." It was mid-winter, but it felt chillier inside than out. *  *  *

If Kristy wanted me to feel left out for some reason, I could do the same to her.

I felt terrible. What could I do to make Kristy feel better? And if she felt better, would she be nicer to me?

Laine Cummings.)

SUMMER PLAY GROUP

Honestly, boys can be such pains.

But … something's wrong about this, " said Mary Anne."Something … I know what it is. Remember when we were first starting the club and we were deciding whether to invite Stacey to join? We didn't know her, so we asked her all sorts of things about the baby-sitting she did in New York. We wanted a club of good baby-sitters. Dedicated baby-sitters. Do you know anything about Janet and Leslie, Kristy?

Brian Williams, whom Mal knew slightly, who was playing with toy trucks in his front yard while his mother sat on the porch steps with his baby brother. Mal waved to Mrs. Williams and called hello to Brain.

The two-year-olds were standing over a pile of dirty forks and spoons, laughing hysterically. They're okay, Claudia said. No thanks to you, Mary Anne commented under her breath. If you're so concerned, why don't you teach Marnie and Ryan to play Parchessi? Claudia said, marching out of the room. They're already making a silverware sculpture! Mary Anne retorted. (Boy, was Mary Anne furious. She never talks like that).

Mary Anne took a deep breath, then she let Claudia have it, screamed at her, threw the easel to the floor and dumped plaster of paris on her head. Actually, that was what I would've done, but not Mary Anne.

How's it going, Johnny?" I asked, looking back at Johnny and his magazine. "Super!" he said, in his charming Australian accent.

Don't let her sit near me, Mary Anne whispered. Can't you guys just kiss and make up? I asked. Ask Claudia. She's the one who decided not to talk to me. Well, you weren't exactly Miss Congealiality yourself. Gene. Congeniality. Whatever.

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Stace, who's in eighth grade with me, is the club secretary;

I pushed my chair back and stood up. Look, I invented the Baby-Sitters Club. The whole idea was to work together, human-to-human contact, over the phone and in meetings. If you don't have that, you don't have a club. Period. Kristy...., Mary Anne pleaded. But I'd heard enough. I picked up my tray and walked away. I had completely lost my appetite.

Just like Lewis.

Mm-hm," Dawn said. "Um, I'm sorry." "Yeah. Right." I'm sorry, too, Mary Anne was what I was sort of hoping to hear.

Becca and Danielle looked at each other joyously. What a pair they made: Becca, dark-skinned, shorter and chunkier than Danielle, wearing a flashy pair of jams, her thick hair arranged in ponytails; and Danielle, still pale, with the shape of a bean pole, wearing droopy jeans and her even droopier BALD IS BEAUTIFUL T-shirt, a blue-and-green scarf not really hiding her almost bald head.

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Ashley gave me a tiny smile. I began to feel bad. Maybe I was really important to her. I wasn't sure. I was pretty sure I was her only friend, though. I had four good friends, but so far, Ashley only had me. Besides, this was art. What Ashley and I were doing was important and it was something I do only with Ashley, not with any of my other friends.

Best friends have to talk a lot.

I love Mary Anne dearly, but she was no help. She still thinks you score touchdowns in baseball.)

I mean, Jessi's my best friend. I'll just die if she moves away.