We Make Best Friendship Bracelets For Each Other is the seventh chapter of The Gift of a Best Friend. It was first published on June 10, 2016.
Mommy, Daddy, and I were out shopping for stuff for my new baby brother.
He won’t come out of Mommy’s tummy for five more months, but Mommy and Daddy wanted to be ready for him. Mommy was getting clothes for him and me and Daddy were walking through the store together when I saw something on a shelf.
“Daddy, what’s that?” I asked, picking up a box with a picture of two girls on it and they were showing something on their arms.
Daddy looked at it. “That’s a kit for making friendship bracelets.”
“Yeah. It tells you how to make them and how to write words on it to tell the person you give it to.”
When I heard all of that, I immediately thought of Annabeth.
“Can we get it?” I asked. “I want to make one for Annabeth.”
“You have to ask Mommy,” Daddy said.
I ran to ask Mommy. She said yes.
After we bought it, left the store and got home, I opened up the box. I saw that it could make more than one, so I went to go get Annabeth, brought her back to my house, and told her about the bracelets.
“I want to make one for you,” I said. “And you can make one for me too.”
“Ok,” Annabeth replied. “But what should we write on them?”
“Something saying that we like being best friends.”
I wondered why she was surprised I said that. Then I realized I’ve never said that before.
I’ve heard Mommy and Aunt Selena call each other best friends, and I wanted me and Annabeth to be best friends too.
“I don’t want us to be friends, Annabeth,” I said. “I want us to be best friends.”
She smiled. “Me too.”
“Yay. Let’s make best-friendship bracelets for each other.”
We sat down on the floor, read the instructions as best as we could, and made our bracelets.
“Annabeth,” I said while making my bracelet for her. “I like your name, but it’s kind of long. Can I call you something else for shorter, like Anna?”
“No,” she said. “Annie?”
“No!” She said that really loud.
“Why?” I asked.
“Because I hate those names.”
“You can call me something for short.”
“Ok. How about . . . Jazzy?”
“No,” I said.
“Why?” she asked with a smile.
“Because I hate jazz music.” “Ok?”
“I do!” “Ok. But see?”
“I promise to never call you Anna or Annie again if you don’t call me Jazzy.”
“Promise to only call me Annabeth and only you Jasmine. Nothing else.”
We shook hands, and then we laughed.
“I’m done with my bracelet for you,” Annabeth said, holding it up.
“How did you do that so fast?” I asked.
She shrugged. “I don’t know. It was easy.”
“Not for me, it isn’t.”
I only had one line of thread on mine.
“I guess I’m just good at it,” she said. “Do you want me to help you?”
“No,” I said. “I can do it.”
“Then what should I do until you’re done?”
“You can go play outside. I’ll come out when I’m done.”
She went off. Lucky.
I know I’m the one that wanted to make them, but still. How did she finish so fast? I know she’s smart, but I am too.
I worked on mine for a long time. It was so hard, I had to ask Mommy for help.
“Jasmine, are you done yet?” Annabeth asked.
That was the fourth time she’s asked me. That’s how long it took me to finish making the bracelet for her.
“Yes,” I said.
I had Mommy use her powers on them before Annabeth and I gave them to each other.
“Ok,” I said. “Let’s make a pact.”
“What kind of pact?” Annabeth asked.
“A best-friendship pact. These bracelets will mark a sign of our best-friendship. If we ever take it off, that means we’re not best friends anymore.”
“What if it gets wet or breaks off on its own?”
“My mommy used her powers on these to make it in-de-struct-i-ble. It will only break off if we want it to. Ok?”
She nodded. “Ok.”
We exchanged bracelets and put it on each other’s wrist. The one I made for her was pink thread. Her bracelet for me was mixed with all of the colors: pink, red, blue, purple, and orange. We wrote similar things on the bracelets. Annabeth wrote: You’re my best friend, with the words in a bright gray. I wrote: Your my best friend forever and always, with the words in purple. I got that from Daddy.
“You wrote ‘your’ wrong,” Annabeth said. “It’s spelt Y-O-U-’-R-E, not Y-O-U-R.”
I glared at her. “Do you want the bracelet or not?”
“Then shut up.”
She smiled. I did too.
We bumped our bracelets together to seal the pact. But I doubt that we’ll ever break it.
Hmm. I don't know about that, but that was still cute. What do you guys think?
About the mistake that differs from the series in the last chapter, it was Annabeth's birthday. It was officially listed to be July 17th, but it isn't in this story since they're in kindergarten, and there is no kindergarten in July. Before it was officially known, I thought she was born on September 8th, but I now think I just read that in a fanfiction. But I still kept it because I want Jasmine and Annabeth's birthday to be close together, and having Jasmine's in July didn't make any sense given her parents birthdays, and she's born on September 12th, so that's one difference from Annabeth in my story from the one in the series. It's not really important.
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- Annabeth and Jasmine make a pact with their best-friendship bracelets.