Jamie was the first person I saw in the streets. She was pale, alone, trying to sell lollipops to the shoppers and the passers. She clutched her scarf, old and ragged. She had a smile on her face, but I could see she was tired and sad. Nobody I saw bought a lollipop, and I didn’t either. I had just finished my English Class with my friend Sarah, we were heading to a corner shop to buy ourselves some chocolate when we saw her. “ Look at that girl.” Sarah said to me and poked me.
“ I know.” I said, shushing her, but she had already seen us pointing, the girl looked away and brushed some brown hair off her face.
“ Come on. The store might close.” Sarah said and dragged me with her, I looked at the girl, still clutching the old lollipops, I looked at my money in my hand, a 5 dollar bill, enough for two lollipops, but I didn’t, I followed Sarah and each bought ourselves a chocolate bar and walked home, when we passed her street where the girl had been, she was gone. I regretted what I had did.
“ Hey, Lena, look, it’s that girl again.” Sarah told me when we passed her. I stopped and turned, the girl was indeed there once again, she seemed more pale and tired out. I started to walk over to her, by then Sarah had realised. “ Hey Lena!” She said but I ignored her. The girl saw me and gazed at my clothes and face, she saw the money and gulped.
“ Hi.” I said, trying to sound perky but it came out dull and rude. “ Hi.” I tried again. The girl smiled. I reached for a lollipop wrapped in green, dusty paper. “ How much is this?” I asked. The girl looked shocked.
“ $2.50.” She said. I handed her my money, she gave me back my change but I shook my head. The girl smiled, a real smile. “ Thank you.” She said nervously. I unwrapped the paper, the lollipop wasn’t in very good condition, I licked it anyways, trying to look happy.
“ I’m Lena.” I told her. The girl nodded.
“ I’m Jamie.” She said quietly, looking down at the floor.
“ How old are you? 7? 8?” I asked.
“ I’m 11.” She said, her face turning beet red. I gulped.
“ Oh, sorry, you looked so short-I mean…” I panicked, I felt like a dopey fool. Jamie giggled a bit.
“ It’s fine, I’m use to it.” She told me. My heart sank, Jamie was use to people teasing her and calling her names, how terrible it must be.
“ Are you here everyday? Do you have parents?” I asked.
“ Yes.” Jamie said, answering both questions at once. “ But my mom is missing and my dad is in jail.” I saw Sarah from the corner of my eye, she was mad and tapping her foot on the pavement.
“ Well, I think I have to go. I hope I see you next week, same time.” I said and waved.
“ Bye.” Jamie said. I started walking back to Sarah when I heard Jamie say,
“ Thanks. Thanks a lot.” I blushed and waved at her again.
“ I can’t believe you talk to her!” Sarah said. I shrugged.
“ No big deal.” I said. Sarah looked shocked.
“ Are you serious? That girl is bad-influence!” Sarah said, wide-eyed. I was mad now.
“ What do you mean? Oh, and by the way, her name’s Jamie, not that girl.” I said and started walking to the mall. I don’t think Sarah followed me.
I bought lollipops from Jamie every week, I even told my teacher about Jamie. I told my math teacher, Mrs. Madritet about Jamie, Mrs. Madritet was very interested in her and asked me to tell her everything about Jamie, I even tried asking Mrs. Madritet to adopt her since I knew her son had died from a heart attack. I tried all I could to make a difference for her. I was in the Student Government, so I suggested a charity work for kids like Jamie. I told my parents who generously provided me with money and goods to donate to Jamie. Sometimes I felt weird, I was just a kid, and I was giving money to other kids, Jamie must feel weird sometimes, but most of the time, I was proud, proud to know I was helping Jamie.
I walked to my English Class as usual, I held a 10 dollar bill, I was going to give it to Jamie, I had even brought a proper winter coat for her when I saw her, smiling widely. When she saw me she raced to me and clutched my hand. “ Thanks, Lena!” She cried and hugged me tightly, I embraced her and smiled. When she let go of me I saw her crying as she smiled. “ A woman called Mrs. Madritet decided to adopt me! Now I’m gonna live in a real house!” She said excitedly. I hugged her once again.
‘ So she did take my proposal!’ I thought. It’s all thanks to you! Mrs. Madritet said something about you telling her all about me!” I smiled.
“ Glad you’re okay now!” I said.
“ You’ll still keep in touch?” Jamie asked fearfully. I nodded.
“ Of course. Mrs. Madritet is my math teacher, she can bring you to our class and I have her email. We’ll be best friends.” I promised. Jamie practically glowed at that word.
“ Really? Best friends?” She asked. I nodded again and said,
“ Always.” Jamie squeezed my hand.
“ Thank for helping me, I sold the last lollipop now, I don’t need to sell more and it’s all thanks to you.”
Now I’m 34. I have a girl called Jane, named after Jamie’s real name. I taught Jane all about Jamie and her story, I told Jane to always be unselfish and be kind and giving. I’m a charity worker now, when I was three, I wanted to be a princess, when I was six, I wanted to have a pet unicorn, when I was 10 I wanted to be a singer. Now I’m something more meaningful. I help kids all over the world and write them letters and send them pictures of my wonderful family.
I still keep in touch with Jamie, she’s 34 too. She isn’t married but I know she’s happy.
After Mrs. Madritet adopted her, Jamie attended my school and the newspaper wrote a story about us. Jamie was a bright student, clearly not the smartest kid, but she tried the most. I know Mrs. Madritet loved Jamie because when she moved to Russia, she was allowed to leave Jamie in care, but she took Jamie. Jamie still lives in Russia, she built a orphanage and invites homeless kids.
Jamie is the happiest I’ve seen her and no doubt, I miss her.
I got a letter from her the other day,
Hi! How’ve you been! It’s great in Russia, I can’t believe I’m not a little girl anymore! It seems just yesterday when I gave you the green lollipop. I’m leaving Russia soon, I’m moving to Italy. I heard about a kid named Jeanne who is homeless, I’m thinking of adopting her! Isn’t that great? I wish you the best. I miss you. You made this all happen. You’ll always be a hero to me.
With love and thanks,
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