Discover the heartwarming story of Tory and Amara, two girls who find solace and friendship in the most unexpected place. This beautifully illustrated tale explores themes of loneliness, acceptance, and the power of genuine connection, reminding us that true friends are the feathers that lift us up.
“He,He, He ….” , the class giggled. I held my tears back and pretended like everything was okay. I walked out of the classroom in a calm manner. As soon as I stepped out of that room, I sprinted to the girl’s washroom. I started to let all my tears out. My body felt like I had just recovered from a very bad disease. “Why did I even think of raising my hand ?” “I knew I would get a wrong answer and then this would happen!” I asked myself. “Why Tory? Why? My blue and red checkered uniform was wet with my tears. “Tring!” The school bell rang as it was time for recess. I walked out of the washroom, wiping my tears. Kids rushed outside, all going to play in the bright bold sun. I joined the crowd of people, running out of the main gate to a green garden full of sunset coloured leaves fallen on the velvety grass. I walked as slow as a turtle. I sat on an empty bench at the corner of the huge garden. The bench and I had a lot in common, we both were INVISIBLE. I often shared my thoughts with the bench. I knew he listened, talking to the bench made me feel light, like a huge weight had lifted off me. This was the only reason I was okay going to recess. This time when I sat on the bench and started to go on about my worries, the bench started to move! Why is the bench moving? Iturned my head to the left. The next thing I saw left me astonished, my jaw dropped at the speed of light. The most popular girl was sitting right beside me, ALL ALONE. She was looking down at the grass, with her long - black wavy hair covering her face. She had sweet hazel eyes, unlike me who is stuck with eyes that are the colour of the sky.”Sob! Sob!” Amara cried in a soft voice.” Why doesn’t anyone want to be friends with me!?” She asked herself in a miserable tone. But how? She is the most popular girl at school. Just within a second my question got answered. “ All people want to do is use me for fame!” She spoke to herself. How can such a happy soul hide so much pain inside? I wondered. That’s when Amara looked to the side. She gasped, “Oh!” I felt like I just wanted to run to the janitor’s closet and lock myself in there forever. After a lot of awkward silence, Amara finally spoke. “Um … sorry. I didn’t realize you were here.” I gathered up some courage, as a small voice cracked out of my throat. “No, it’s … it’s completely fine.” “Well, I must have already told you about my whole life,” she jokingly said. It really seemed like she needed some support so I asked her if she wanted my advice. “ I could use some," she replied. I told Amara about how I tell the bench about all my worries. “ It makes me feel better”, I told her. Amara used my advice, and soon I was not the only one who sat on the bench. I shared it. Days went by, and soon the trees were full of leaves, new and green ones. The spring breeze was cool and refreshing. Once again the recess bell rang. But this time I didn’t need the bench, because I had a friend. A friend who made me realize that people who made me realize that people who make you feel like a rock will never be your true friends. True friends are the ones who make you feel like a feather.
