Amy and Darla split the way when Darla's destination was quite right next to her feet. Darla quietly walked into her house after spending what must have been the most quality time she had ever spent with anyone since she learned how to speak. The girl who walked into her house tiptoed into her room quietly, making sure not to wake up her parents nor her pets.
Darla jumped into the bed, her head resting on her soft cotton pillow while a smile naturally spread on her face. Amy wasn't as bad as she thought she was. Darla was starting to like the little lady. She was fun, at the very best.
When she thought about starting a friendship with Amy, Darla pressed her favorite toy close to her heart and imagined hugging the thing so close like she was giving it a bone crushing hug. Her excitement
