The Un-Friendship Bracelet
Chapter 1 Meet MAD-ILY
“Emily! I missed you so much!”
Maddie Wilson ran across the classroom and swept Emily Adams into a huge hug. Emily had only been away at her grandparents’ house for the weekend, but for best friends who called themselves “MAD-ILY,” two days could feel like forever.
“You too!” Emily said. She pulled back and looked Maddie up and down. “Did you get new . . . everything?” she asked.
Maddie laughed. “Nope, I just made some updates. Remember my ‘painting pants’?”
Emily nodded. She and Maddie had clothing they always wore when they were crafting.
Maddie spun in a circle. “Ta-da!”
Emily couldn’t believe it. The jeans that used to have streaks and splotches of paint all over were now
bright green. And instead of the streaks and splotches, there were now patches and buttons! Maddie explained that she had bleached the jeans, dyed them green, and then sewn on all the accessories.
“So cool,” Emily replied.
Unlike Maddie, Emily was happiest in her overalls. Instead of accessories, they had a million pockets for her tools and tidbits.
Although their outfits were different, they had one thing in common: matching friendship bracelets. The girls had made them together, and they never took the bracelets off their wrists.
Just then the bell rang. Emily and Maddie scrambled to take their seats. Emily sat between Maddie and a boy named Sam Sharma. Sam was pretty quiet, but Emily knew he liked to draw. She knew because occasionally she’d peek over at his notebook. It was always filled with doodles and drawings. He drew everything from robots to giraffes to spaceships—he even created entire worlds.
Emily was about to tell Sam she loved the forest he was drawing when Ms. Gibbons, their teacher, entered the room.
With her was a girl Emily and Maddie had never seen before. The girl had short dark hair, big brown eyes, and a purple backpack that had numbers and symbols written all over it.
“Class,” said Ms. Gibbons, “I’d like you to meet Isabella Diaz. She’s a new student here at Mason Creek Elementary, and she’ll be joining our class. Let’s all do our best to make Isabella feel welcome.”
The new girl smiled shyly and
then whispered something to Ms. Gibbons.
“Of course,” replied Ms. Gibbons. “Isabella just told me that she goes by Bella, so please, everyone, make Bella feel welcome. Bella, why don’t you take the seat next to Maddie? Raise your hand, Maddie.”
Maddie waved enthusiastically, and Bella went to sit down. “Cool backpack,” Emily heard Maddie whisper. “And I love your key chain.”
Emily was about to chime in when she heard Bella whisper back, “Thanks. I made it.”
“No way,” said Maddie. “Can you show me how?”
“Sure!” said Bella.
Emily looked down at her friendship bracelet and twirled it on her wrist. She knew Maddie was just being friendly and doing what Ms. Gibbons had asked. And Bella seemed nice enough.
No one could come between MAD-ILY . . . right?