The Book of Callisto -After Avalon High (miles x oc)

A friend

Emmy had duly located her parents in the Pennington's loft with Allies parents; Martha and Dean. They had emerged with two lumps of blue plastic and smiles on their faces thanks to their newfound friendships with the Penningtons.
It was Daryl Anderson who noticed their appearance first. "Ahh, you're awake. How are you feeling sweetheart?"

"Better. What's with the lumps?"

"The lumps? Oh these, they're blow up beds which the Penningtons said we could borrow."

It was then she first heard Mr Dean Pennington speak, his voice was higher than she expected and he had a kind face, similar to her dads. "You're welcome to keep them as long as you need. Nice to meet you Emily, your parents have told us you'll be attending Avalon High. That's where Allie goes."

The tension in her shoulders started to dissipate at the thought She'd have a friendly face at school. "Oh really?" It was then that she turned to face the blonde again. "What year are you in?"

"Junior year, which is the penultimate year, I turn 17 in December"

"Omg yay, we'll be in the same year then, my birthday is in February."

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Later that evening the Andersons had returned to their empty house next door and set up their blow up beds.
The day that followed Emmy didn't see her neighbours again as she was forced into the labour of moving all her parents belongings inside. No, it wasn't until the evening of the Sunday, the day before she would start at the school that she saw her new neighbours again.
Emily stood on the door step of her neighbours house. Her hand faltering as she raised it to the knocker on the door. With three sharp raps the door opened to reveal a smiling but confused Allie.

"Hi, what brings you here this late at night?"

"I'm sorry to bother you, but I was wondering if you had any spare jumpers that I could borrow. The rest of my clothes along with the washing machine won't arrive until Tuesday and I start school tomorrow."

"Sure, come on in."
The next hour was spent trying on different jumpers and laughing. It was 22:00 when Emily decided it was time she got back home to sleep in preparation for school tomorrow, since unlike Allie who had already been back at school for a week, it was her first day.
"Thank you so much, Allie. I'll see you at school tomorrow."

"Yeah see you then." It was then that Emily started to walk away from her porch to her own but stopped when she heard Allie yell, "Wait, Emily. Do you want to walk with me to school tomorrow?"

After a mumble of agreement that they'd meet and a correction that she could call her Emmy, as that was what friends called her, she walked home.

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"Good Morning." Emmy greeted her only continental friend.

"Hiya, you ready to go?"

"Ready as I'll ever be." And with that they began their 15minute treck to school.
It was as they arrived that Emmy was stunned into silence for a moment. "Woah, this place is like a castle."

The only response she received was a fit of giggles.
"You have no idea how true that is." She then began to walk into the school at a hurried pace, forcing Emmy to follow or fear loosing her in the crowd.

Allie left her in reception to get her timetable, promising to make sure to find her at lunch. Her first lesson it turned out was English. This was sure to be fun.

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English class. What a hellish place for an actual English girl. She had started her day fairly well; she was introduced to the class, sat down at a desk and begun to write down the assignment. It was only when she was asked to write something on the board did an issue arise.

"Miss Anderson, would you please come up to the board and complete the passage."
She stood up, and walked with eyes following her to the board. She was simply writing out the passage when a shrilled, "Stop!" Came from Mr Clarkson.
"You're spelling everything wrong."

Confusion overtook her face as she stared back at what she had written. "Umm, sir, no I haven't. This is the correct spelling."

From there an argument ensued that resulted in an after school detention on Wednesday. She of course having won the argument that she spoke proper English and therefore her spellings were correct just alternative to his. All while this was occurring she was being watched by eyes across the room, some in concern, others admiration.