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I Only Make Friends With Bookworms - a short story by A.B.King

   Once upon a time in a place much like where you live right now there lived two twin brothers. One’s name was Peter and the other one’s name was Paul. They were 12 years old and where blessed with lovely Christian parents.   They were not really doing well with their school work and their parents had instilled compulsory daily reading time on them however it only moved their grades up from D’s to C’s. They rarely ever got B’s and they never got A’s.   Most parents are satisfied with their kids getting C’s but when a parent knows that C means average and A means great, then that parents would not settle for their kids being average when they know their kids can be great.   Their Mum prayed for God to reveal to her what the problem was, and one day she had the opportunity to see the kind of friends her twins keep in school when she came earlier than usual to pick them up. It was clear that the kind of friends they kept loved to play more than they loved to read. As a matter of fact they didn’t like to read at all. They were just all play kids who must have only read when their parents forced them to.   When they got home. She told her two sons to only hang out with those who read and love to read which means that they should stop being friends with the people she saw them playing with.The twins never argued with their Mum. They both nodded in agreement.The next day in school, Peter was surprised when he saw his twin brother still going to hang out with their old friends. He cautioned Paul, but Paul told his friends what his brother was warning him about and they all made fun of him; saying that he thinks he’s better than them all of a sudden.   Peter left them alone and went to make friends with the most brilliant kids in the class.At the end of the term, when their Mum received their results from the school through her e-mail she saw that Peter was getting a lot of A’s but Paul was still getting C’s.   She called Peter and told him to tell her the truth. She then asked him if Paul still remained friends with the people she told them to stop being friends with and Peter said Yes.Mum then called Paul and told him why he is about to receive a good spanking, and then she took him upstairs and gave him a real good spanking.   Being friends with people who do not read makes their attitude towards reading rob off on us. If we have a good foundation with people who love reading but also keep friends with people who don’t love to read; the negative influence of those who don’t love to read would impede your mental growth.   So it’s wise to only make friends with bookworms: those who love to read.
The End.

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