Once there was this half-dog, half-unicorn named George.  George’s best friend is a half-cat,half bear, named Fred.  They’ve known each other since Fairygarten, (which is a school for fairytale creatures, ages 5and under), and have been inseparable since.  They do everything together, like baseball, basketball, tennisball, bowling, swimming, football and coloring pictures. Now they’re in fifth grade. 

    

     “Fred!”, George yelled,  “Come on, we’re going to be late for school!” he screamed. “I’m coming.  I’m just putting on my pants!”  Fred yelled.  “Ok, but just come on!  I can see the bus coming down the street!”  George said, “I’m coming!”, Fred shouted.  Fred ran down the stairs.  “We just made it”, Fred said.  “Thanks to you,”  George said.  “Whatever!,” Fred said.

    

     Now the mean girl at school was Sarah.  She was a troll mixed with a little bit of ogre. Fred and George saw a nice seat to sit at so they did.  At that moment, Sarah, the mean girl of the fifth grade, with her mean posse, which includes an ogre named Gabriele and a witch named Marissa, got on the bus. 

    

     “Get out of our seat, Beavis and Butthead!” Sarah said.  “No, we were here first,” George said.  “Don’t make me and my posse get personal!” Sarah snapped.  “W-W-W-We wouldn’t want that now, would we?” Fred said, sounding like a little bug at a human foot’s mercy. “I thought so,” Sarah said.  “Come on George, let’s go to the back of the bus,” Fred said. “Fine, you win this time Sarah,” George said with anger in the sound of his voice.  “Why did you want to go to the back of the bus Fred?” George asked.  “Because it’s safe back here.” “Come on! We should stand up for ourselves,” George said, “We shouldn’t let them walk all
over us. “It’s not worth getting beaten up though,” Fred said.

    

     Fred and George just got off the bus and were heading into school.  They were met by their teacher, Mr. Crept, a wizard.  Mr. Crept was a very mean wizard.  He wouldn’t let anybody bring a board game down to the lunchroom when they couldn’t go outside. 
    
     After another hard-working, slaving day of non-stop working, Fred met up with George at a fairytale creatures restaurant called “Ben’s Wizard’s Steakout”, where they’d hang out and do homework. 

    

     “Fred,” George said, “there’s going to be a baseball game in the park on New Wizard’s Den.” “OK, but what time?” Fred asked.  “Oh yeah, 5:30” George said.  “OK then, it’s official, I’ll be there!”  Fred replied.  (This game was the most important game to George and if Fred wasn’t to
come they wouldn’t have enough players to play and would have to forfeit.)  “You better be,” George said, “This is the most important game of my life,” George said.

 

     Later that day, at 5:30, George was panicking.  “Where is he? Where IS he?? WHERE IS HE???” George panicked.  Fred never showed up and the game had to forfeit.  George was so disappointed.

    

     Next day at Hogwarts School of Wizardry, George spotted Fred and ran to catch up with him. “Why weren’t you at the game?  You knew this was the most important game in my life.  Because of you, we had to forfeit!” George yelled with anger.  “I-I-I-I’m s-s-so s-s-sorry.  I was sick, I
begged my mother to let me go, but she said “NO”” Fred said, trembling in fear.  “Well, I don’t care, you should have come anyway.  I don’t like you,” George said.  “Well, I don’t like you either,” Fred said.  “Well, we’re not friends anymore,’Georg e said.  “Fine!” Fred yelled back.
Then George ran off near Parkland, a magical place.

    

     Later that day, after school, Fred was watching the news and the news said, “Later today, a 10 year old half-dog, half-unicorn, fifth grader got hit by Santa’s reindeer.”  After that, Fred turned off the TV and thought, “Could that be...? No, it couldn’t, could it?”  “I’m going out, Mother,” Fred said .  As soon as Fred got his shoes on, he ran down to Parkland, where George had headed.
When he got there, there was a big scene.  Prancer was there and a news crew. 

    

     “Pardon me, excuse me, coming through! Thank you.”  Fred said.  “What happened here?” Fred asked Prancer.  “I was delivering some packages and I got out of control.  I came driving down and I hit him by accident.  I don’t think he’s going to make it.  I think he was picked up by Santa.  Just in case he’s still anywhere around here, we called the detective,” Prancer said sadly.  “That’s my best friend you made disappear,” Fred said, crying.  “I’m so sorry,”  Prancer said. 

    

     Later that day they dound out that he definitely disappeared.  Fred was also there to hear it and he was crying so much that he could have filled up 50 gallons of water.  He found out that the statue in George’s memory was going to be put up next week. 
 
     One week later, at the statue, almost everybody at school was there with either roses or daisies.  Even Sarah was there.  The bully that hated George was there, crying with one of the most expensive roses Fred had ever seen.  When they opened up the box, they were going to put in the statue.  Fred put a picture of them with their arms around each other’s shoulder, and some flowers in the box.  He walked away thinking of the last thing he said to George,“I hate you.”  Ever since that day, he always remembered, “The Fight.”

                         

                             THE END

P.S.  George was never found.