Story teller

“Okay, you don’t have to go on about it,” Sabella said. “I get the point. You think I’m a failure.”

“No, that’s not what I’m saying,” Ladonna replied. “I’m just pointing out…”

“My faults,” Sabella finished. “You think that… Oh, never mind.”

“Sabella, I’m not trying to hurt you. I’m trying to help.”

“Trying to help by telling me that I can’t do anything right.” Sabella stormed. “I can’t believe you, Ladonna.” Ladonna didn’t reply. “What makes you think that you’re better than me?” Sabella questioned.

“Oh, Sabella,” Ladonna wailed. “I didn’t mean to say anything bad about you. I was trying to help you know when not to talk and when to talk.”

“And when were you an expert at giving talking lessons? Oh, here comes Arora.”

Arora came running up to them. “Hi, I just wanted to see if you wanted to come to my house because Mom said I could invite three of my friends to my house for a slumber party for my birthday?” Arora boomed. “You can come at six o’clock P.M. if you’re coming. Talk to your moms. Have any questions?” “Yes,” Ladonna answered. “Who else is going to be there?”

“Oh, maybe Nora, why?”

“Because her mom doesn’t want her to stay with someone she doesn’t like,” Sabella said for her. “She doesn’t like Nora so she won’t be going, and neither will I be.” Sabella stuck her nose in the air.

Arora hung her head, “I understand.” They approached Sabella’s home. “Alright, I guess I’ll be seeing you on Monday at school.” Sabella waved as she walked into her driveway. ”Bye-bye!”

“Alright, see ya!” Ladonna waved. Arora was already walking ahead. Ladonna ran up to her. “Arora?” She asked

“Yea?”

“It’s not true that my mom wants me to hang out with girls I like- I mean she does, but I like Nora.”

“So?” Arora asked.

“So, I thought that if you still had the invitation open, I’d like to come.” “Really? You mean it?” Arora exclaimed, her face brightening up. “I’d love for you to come!”

“Alright. I have to ask Mom but I’ll be there unless I call you.”

“Okay, but why did Sabella tell me that your mom doesn’t like you hanging out with girls you don’t like and that you don’t like Nora?”

Ladonna swallowed, “I guess because she’s mad… at me.”

“Why is she mad at you? Did you say something?” Arora asked.

“I told her…. You know how she was saying stuff while Miss Franklin was talking?”

“Yea, I remember,” Arora said.

“Well,” Ladonna continued. “I told her that it was really annoying when she was talking over Miss Franklin. I told her that she could talk when we were at recess or lunch.”

“So she got mad?” Arora asked.

“Yea, I guess I made her pretty mad. Here’s your house. I’ll be seeing you later.”

“Bye!” Arora waved.

Ladonna walked faster. “Why did I say anything at all?” Ladonna thought. “Why can’t I just keep my mouth closed? Why am I always saying something I shouldn’t? Why is everyone good except for me?” Ladonna started to run. When she got home, she placed her stuff on her desk. Then she sat on her bed. She plopped onto her back, and opened her Bible that was lying there. She opened up to Isaiah 40, verse 27. She began to read the 28th verse. It said: Hast thou not known? Hast thou not heard, that the everlasting God, the LORD, the Creator of the ends of the earth, fainteth not, neither is weary? There is no searching of his understanding. Ladonna stared at the first part: ‘Hast thou not known?’ “She ‘knows’ that she shouldn’t talk over people.” Ladonna thought. ‘Hast thou not known’: “Maybe it’s talking about Sabella not knowing that I do care about her? Maybe I should tell her I’m sorry. That’s what I’ll do.” Ladonna thought. Ladonna knew that wasn’t what it was talking about, but it seemed to work.

That evening Ladonna went to Arora’s home. She enjoyed every moment of it. The next Monday Sabella walked up to Ladonna as if nothing had happened. “I’m sorry about saying the things I said on Friday,” Ladonna said. “I want you to know that it was wrong of me. I know you weren’t trying to do anything bad.”

“It’s okay,” Sabella said. “I forgive you. To tell you the truth, I was the one in the wrong. I shouldn’t have been talking. You’re a good friend to be concerned about me. Thank you!”

“No problem.” Ladonna said as she hugged Sabella. Everything would turn out okay.