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The ride to Canada was horrible. I was sick the whole plane ride here. To make it worse, our stuff was still on its way here.

"Silver, turn down your music I can hear it from here!" Lucy yelled at me.

I took my ear buds out.

"Oh my god, you can? I never knew that!" I said in a high pitch valleygirl accent. "Shut the fu-"

"Lucile," our mom warned her saying her full name. Lucy glared at me from the front seat, cause she called shotgun.

I giggled from the backseat.

I put my ear buds back on and put it on full volume so I could drown out the Justin Beiber music. He's her dream boyfriend, cue the gag.

As I was listening to lost in stereo, by all time low. Yes, I Love them.

I started to drift off into dream land.

Mean while in dream land
The world was coming down around me. Buildings were crumbling to the cold, hard ground. The only thing I could think was "is this the end?"
No. Can't be.
"Silver."

"What was that?"
"Silver."

"Hmm?"
"Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey!"

Wham! I was up at the mention of food.

"Ouch my head." I cringed and held my head which is probably bruised now, thanks to whatever rock hard surface I hit.

"Ouch."

Did the rock hard surface just speak?! I opened my eyes and only to meet a pair of brown eyes staring at me. Micah.

"Dayum." I whispered. Then he smiled. Damn. He heard me.

I was still laying in the back seat of the car my back was leaning on the unopened car door, well unopened until now.

Wham! Guess gravity isn't my bestie today!

I looked up to see a smirking Lucy. "I. Hate. You." I growled at her.

Micah came running over to me to help me up.

"Are you ok Silver?" He asked me with worry in his eyes.

"Yup, I'm god- I mean good I mean, wait, what was the question again?" He smiled at that really screwed up sentence. God, why does he have to be so cute?

I saw Lucy roll her eyes, jealous.

I know she likes him. She walked away to the house, our new house.

If your wondering who Micah is he's my grandma's next door neighbour. And my grandma lives two houses down from our new house. I've known him since we were nine, when I first visited my grandma here in Canada.

First meeting Micah 7 years ago
"Mom are we almost at Gran's yet?" I asked her pushing her seat a little.
"Not yet, Silvia." She said as calmly as she could.
I looked over beside me, my sister Lucy was sleeping in her carseat with her blanket on her lap.
"We're here." Dad announced.
"Finally!" I unbuckled my seat belt and waddled out of the car. "I can stretch my legs now!" I crawled a little bit into the car and poked the sleeping brat.

"Go, away." The little sleepy dwarf snapped at me. I got out of the car cause I didn't want to get bit by an angry Lucy, otherwise I would turn into one.
I was on the porch ready to turn the door nob when a soccer ball hit me in the back of the head making me bang my head against the door.
"Ouch! Will you watch where you kick that stupid ball!" I turned around. I clamped a hand over my mouth. "Oops, sorry. My friend and I didn't mean to kick it towards you." The boy standing in front of me said. "That's ok, accidents happen." He smiled when I said that. "Cool, by the way my names Micah, and this is Alex." He said pointing to himself and his friend.
"I'm Silvia, but you can call me Silver." I smiled
"Cool name." Micah said while he rolled the ball with his foot.
I blushed. "Thanks, I like yours to its original." He looked down trying to hide a smile.

"Hey, silver. Did you wanna come over and play a game of soccer?"
Alex said looking at me expectingly. "Sure, just let me go ask first."
I ran inside as fast as I could and went to my dad, cause he always says yes to me. "Daddy, can I go play soccer with my friends next door?" I was jumping up and down with excitement. "Go ahead, sport."
"Thanks daddy!"

I ran back to Micah and Alex and told them I could play, there faces lit up instantly.
We played till it was night time and I had to go back.
"Bye Micah, bye Alex." "Bye silver."
They both said at the same time.

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