Number 3
Mindy Spindly.
That's what the boys called her.
She was skinny.
She tripped a lot.
Mindy and I became friends when I gave her my cookie after she fell off the swings. We were both in 5th grade. I was at a new school again. Mindy said she would be my friend without the cookie. She thanked me.
Mindy liked to play cars. She had lots of brothers. They thought it was funny to give her cars for her birthday.
She said she didn't mind. She kept them in good condition.
Then a brother would want one and she made him buy it.
She kept the cars and money in a shiny gold treasure box. She let me use the gold key to open it and look at the shiny cars.
She had other cars on her shelf.
These are the ones we played with at her house.
Mindy had younger brothers. They always bothered us. She yelled at them and slammed the door in their faces.
Sad faces.
I asked Mindy why she yelled at them. I didn't yell at my sister.
Except when she tried to wake me up in the mornings.
I vowed to me nicer to my sister.
Mindy and I ate lunch everyday.
She always had a ham and cheese sandwich, chips, carrot sticks and a donut. Her dad owns a donut shop.
She brought me a donut hole everyday.
I wonder that Mindy didn't get fat. Her mom and dad were.
Her mom had fat cheeks like what I thought a cherubs would look like.
Her dad was like a weebles-wooble-but-they-don't-fall-down toy.
Come to think of it, none of her brothers were fat.