The Blackberry Patch

Two blocks down, and around the corner, there is a wild black berry bush. And after school today my mom, took us to pick some on the way home. Although there weren't that many ripe ones. The ones that were, couldn't be reached, or had holes in them. The thorns on the bush snagged my new tights! I saw a HUGE grass hopper too! 

Then a few minutes later, a boy, about my age, or older, came up and said hi. I've never seen him in the neighbor hood before. I said hello back and asked him how he was doing. He was holding a guitar case and had a back pack on his back. He was talking to my mom about how it was funny to watch people's faces when they ate a sour berry. And my mom ate a berry and it was sour. He was autistic. When we got in the car, I saw him walking. He looked really lonely and at that moment I wanted to be his friend. I wanted to get out of the car and walk with him to where ever he was going, and be his friend. I'm sorry I didn't.

On my wrist is a bracelet for my friend who is running for school president, and I GOT MY YELLOW BELT!! (For math..)