Amy

This is a story about my good friend Max, who I love. When I was little, Max lived right down the street from me. He says we weren't really friends yet, but we still knew eachother. One day, he didn't get off the bus coming home from school. His mom was really worried, and asked my mom to watch her daughter Tess while she figured out where he was. When she came back to pick up Tess, she told us that Max had fallen asleep in his seat before our stop, and he rode the bus all the way back to the garage where the driver found him. He was probably crying. Max is a crier. To this day, he denies it. But don't let him fool you. It is true.