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Tweens and teens alike will eagerly await the next installment. Tomorrow the entire eighth grade would pile back into the gym for the graduation ceremony, but that was just for an hour and their families would be there. The next time Ama went to school, it would be high school. Everything is changing, Ama thought.
She was purposeful and forward-looking, like her older sister. Ama was surprised to see Polly and Jo together. From this long view, she was struck by the naturalness of the way they stood together and at the same time, the strain. She doubted they had started off from school together.
These days Jo usually left school with her noisy and flirting group of friends to go to the Tastee Diner or to the bagel place around the corner. Polly went her own way--taking forever to pack up her stuff and often spending time at the library before heading home.
Ama sometimes saw Polly at the library and they sat together out of habit. Polly read everything in the library except what was assigned. As Ama got closer, she considered how little Jo looked like she used to in elementary school.
Her braces were off, her glasses were gone, and she devotedly wore whatever the current marker for popularity was--at the moment, pastel plaid shorts and her hair in two braids. Ama considered how much Polly, in her long frayed shorts and her dark newsboy cap, looked the same as she always had. She was waving excitedly. The walk sign illuminated and Ama hurried to catch up to them so they could cross the highway together.
Ama understood how Jo felt. As they walked they talked about final exams and graduation plans. Nobody said anything as they passed the 7-Eleven or even as they approached the old turn.
What if we turned? Ama suddenly wondered. What if they ran down the old hill, past the playground, and stepped into the woods to see the little trees they had planted so long ago? What if they held hands and ran as fast as they could? But the three of them passed the old turn, heads and eyes forward. Only Polly seemed to glance back for a moment. The creaky metal merry-go-round would be rusted, the swing set abandoned.
The trees might not even be there anymore. Ama pictured her younger self, running down the hill with her two best friends, out of control and exhilarated. It was different now.
People changed and places changed. They were going into high school. This was no time for looking back. Polly When I think of the first day of our friendship, I think of the three of us running across East-West Highway with our backpacks on our backs and our potted plants in our hands. I think of Jo dropping her plant in the middle of the street and all of us stopping short, and the sight of the little stalk turned on its side and the roots showing and the soil spilling onto the asphalt.
And I remember Ama shouting that we had to hurry, and seeing, over my shoulder, the cars pouring over the hill toward us. I remember the rough feeling of the asphalt scraping under my fingers as I swept up the last of the dirt, the stinging feeling of my knuckles as I tried to gather it in my fist.
I think it was Jo who grabbed my arm and pulled me to the sidewalk. And I remember the long, flat swell of the horns in my ears. I was spooked, because my mom had never failed to pick me up from school. They put us in the math help room with the see-through walls. We stared out like a zoo exhibit waiting for our parents to come. That was the day they gave out the little willow tree cuttings in plastic pots in our science class. We were supposed to take care of them and study them all year.
I remember each of us sitting at a desk with our plant in front of us. Polly kept poking at hers to see if the soil was too dry.
She hummed. Jo put her sneakers up on the desk and leaned back. I was freaked out, but later on I learned that my mother had a really good excuse for not showing up that day.
Plot[ edit ] 3 Willows follows the characters of Polly, Ama, and Jo as they deal with issues in their personal lives as well as the stress of growing up. Polly is an outcast with dreams of having a more glamorous life and to become a model like the grandmother she never met. However issues with her mother could threaten to overshadow her hopes. Ama is a smart girl originally from Ghana. Though she is not particularly outdoorsy, her scholarship lands her in wilderness camp in Wyoming. Jo has become quite popular during her time away from Ama and Polly, winning the attention of both the popular kids as well as a cute guy named Zach.
3 Willows: The Sisterhood Grows