One spring day, when the squirrels were chattering, the birds were humming their sweet songs and the trees were swaying with the wind and you could smell the spring air, there in the meadow, you could see a girl and her dog. Rebecca is an interesting girl, fifteen years old, who doesn't have many friends, but just one and Toby. Rebecca is homeschooled by her grandma because it is the easiest way for Rebecca to help her grandma. Her friend Rosalie lives closer to the town in Michigan that Rebecca is by. Rebecca lives outside of her town in a “country-style” area. She lives with her grandma in Michigan in a big, old house. Rebecca's parents are always traveling because of their style of work. Her grandma is a tidy woman whom Rebecca thinks is OCD, but is also quiet and forgetful. Her grandma loves to read and taught Rebecca how to love books. Rebecca loves her grandma's home and loves living with her, but she also misses her parents. Now, Rebecca’s dog, Toby, a German Shepherd, is in love with tennis balls. Toby will do anything for a tennis ball, even if it is covered in dirt or slim. For Rebecca, Toby is her guardian, she has had Toby ever since he was a puppy, which was when she got him when she was ten. For Toby, Rebecca is his sibling and will do whatever she wants him to do and if necessary, will protect her with his life.
I was five-years-old when I met my best friend. We were both frightened because we were new. We did not know anyone. Only twenty kids were in the class, which included the two of us; it was big enough for us. She was sitting in the back of the classroom. I was also in the back but on the other side of the classroom. She was kindergarten short like me and had shoulder length golden blonde hair; opposite of her, I had long, chocolate brown hair. She had sparkling blue eyes and I had glimmering emerald eyes. She was called to the board to write a new letter from the alphabet that we were learning. She was ever so nervous, but come on, we were only five. Her eyes glittered with fear. I felt ever so sorry for her; I don’t know why. I know she was scared, but what was she scared of? What was I scared of? When she was done, I could almost see tears forming in her eyes. Although I was only five-years-old, I understood what feeling sorry meant. When she sat down, I smiled at her; she smiled back. I did not know that she would change my life.