World peace—and you and me

Judith Ann Hardy

Janice and I were next-door neighbors and best friends. We played together almost every day and walked to school together too. And we shared secrets.

We promised to be friends always. And even though we're different in lots of ways, we still are good friends. But I remember one time when our friendship almost turned to warfare. After that, we vowed never to let it happen again. And it hasn't.

Janice had come over to spend the day. Everything started out fine. Then all of a sudden she wouldn't finish our card game. She didn't want to draw either. Or jump rope or do any of the things we always did together. I told her she wasn't being very nice. She said she didn't have to be, and I wasn't very nice either. Pretty soon we were behaving more like enemies than friends.

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