Mr. Young's 9th Grade Writers

  Friends? by Elizabeth Arnold               The porch swing creaked as it swayed back and forth, and Lake watched as the small grey car pulled up the driveway, the gravel crunching beneath it. The door opened and Toby and Naomi climbed out of the car. The two of them must have carpooled again. Lake liked to consider the three of them a trio of best friends that always had each other's backs, but Toby and Naomi were a duo. When Naomi was feeling sad, she always went to Toby for moral support. When Toby found a new game to try, he always asked Naomi to try it with him first, then Lake. He was a second option. They were not a trio. They were the inseparable duo and Lake.              Lake walked down the porch steps to greet his friends. He would have said hello, but Naomi seemed to be starting a heated discussion that he would rather not be a part of. “So...