Break the ice

Sounds doable, but trust me I have been trying hard. The only thing that I end up doing is breaking my head…for ideas!

How to Win Friends and Influence People. Apparently, that’s the name of a very famous book by someone called Dale Carnegie. I saw it in the library the other day and was tempted to take it out. I need all the help I can get.

We moved house over the summer to a place of our own. And boy, does it blow. I miss our old place. And my friends. And the nice guard uncle who used to ask me how many wickets I took or how many boundaries I hit when I came home from cricket practice. Mostly, I miss my friends.

The new place isn’t the absolute armpit of the world… it’s almost nice even. We have a bunk bed and cool Dr. Who posters on our walls. It’s just that I have no friends here. And what’s the point of cool Dr. Who posters if you can’t show them to your friends? Adding to this misery is the fact that it’s the summer vacation and we aren’t going on holiday anywhere, and the only person I have for company is the pesky brother… well, the only person who speaks a human language that is. W the dog is around, but all he wants to do is eat, sleep and chew on my cricket bat.

Onerous task

My parents keep telling me to go out there and make new friends, but it isn’t as easy as they make it seem. Making new friends is hard when you get to my age, you know. You just can’t go up to someone and say, “Hey! Want to be friends?”. Well, not unless you want people to do the L dance once your back is turned. There aren’t all that many kids in our new apartment anyway, and most of them seem to already know each other pretty well. The only thing harder than making a new friend is trying to break into a group of pre-existing friends. I might as well try and get first day, first show tickets for MIB 4.

So, I’ve been spending the last couple of weeks hanging out by the pool, trying to look cool, but not too cool, waiting to see if any one wants to play water catch. It doesn’t help that PB acts like a weirdo and keeps spitting water fountains from his mouth at other kids. I had to tell them that he was dropped on his head repeatedly when he was a baby. This one other kid could relate because he has a Pesky Sister. We have agreed to hang out and share notes.

I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I can’t wait for school to reopen. If it’s the only way I’ll get to actually see my best friends, I’m ready to put up with algebra and civics.

Man, the things we do for friends.

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