Blue Bracelet

Prolouge

     Rachel ran across the plains, barefoot and grinning ear-to-ear. When she finally couldn't breath, she collapsed on the ground, laughing. A white wolf pup with curious  golden eyes scampered up to her.
     "Hi friend!" she whispered, popping up. She reached to pet him, but just before she reached him, everything started to fade. Rachel looked, disappointed, as the wolf and the rest of her surroundings got dimmer until, finally there was nothing left.
     Rachel opened her eyes and blinked. She smiled as the memory of the dream came back to her. She knew that throughout the day the dream would become a shadow of a memory, eventually to be forgotten altogether. But why not enjoy the last scraps now, when they still remained fresh in her mind?
She got up reluctantly and got dressed. Rachel ran downstairs, hungry.
"Hi, sweetie!" He mom cooed. "I think after breakfast you should go meet some friends. The neighbor has two kids around your age. Wouldn't that be fun!"
"Sure, Mom," Rachel agreed. Having friends would be nice. Of course, not having to be social to make friends would also be nice.
After breakfast, she went to go knock on the neighbor's door. Their house was a two-story, brick house that looked straight out of a fairytale.
Steeling herself, Rachel walked up to the house, and rung the doorbell. Nothing.
Maybe no one is home, Rachel thought, slightly relieved. She stepped down from the porch and headed home.
As she was heading back home down the large hill, Rachel heard a voice yelling, "Watch out!"
Turning to look, Rachel saw a boy whizzing downhill on a bike.
"Brake!" She yelled.
"I can't!" He cried in response.
Well, he's going to kill himself if he can't stop!
Rachel took a deep breath, and ran up to meet the boy, yanking his bike so that he fell.
The boy got up and dusted himself off.
"What was that for?" He demanded.
"If you had, um, kept on going you would have, uh, hurt yourself and I thought maybe that like yes this would also hurt, but, uh, it would h-hurt less than, you know..." Rachel stammered, gesturing vaguely toward the bottom of the hill.
The boy looked at her, seemingly angry, before smiling sheepishly. "Yeah, that would hurt a lot more," He agreed. He stuck out his hand.
"I'm Elliot."
Rachel took it. "Nice to meet you, Elliot. I'm Rachel. Rachel Winthrop."
Elliot smiled. "Oh, you're the new girl!"
Rachel's face burned.
"Uh, yeah," she muttered. "That would be me."
Their conversation was halted by a girl running down the hill, calling for Elliot. She reached the point where Rachel and Elliot stood, and stopped.
"Hey," she panted. "I've been looking for you."
"I was here the whole time," Elliot said. "Emily, this is my friend, Rachel."
"Hi!" Emily said, smiling. "I'm Elliot's sister, Emily."
"Nice to meet you," Rachel said.
"So, since Elliot is already your friend, and he's my brother, now I have to be your friend too." Emily explained.
Rachel laughed. "Well, I started the day with no friends, and now I have two. How fulfilling."
And they walked off together. Elliot with his bike and Rachel telling Emily the story of Elliot almost crashing into her.
These eight-year-olds didn't know it, but this friendship would be the best thing to happen to them for awhile.