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When Emma met Chris (-8)

*1995, Emma's POV*

Why did I agree to walking around New York City with complete strangers? Yeah good questions. I don't know. It's the first day of school and my high school Lincoln-Sudbury Regional thought it would be a good idea to go to NYC. Do I think it's a good idea? Nope.

You had to get there on your own. Luckily my brother can drive and his first day is tomorrow. So I paid him to drop me off. It was that or sitting in Uncle David's broken car for 4 hours. No, 7 hours because his car never works.

Luckily the teachers are gonna drive us home so that means I don't have to lose another 20 bucks and an hour of no playing guitar. That's gonna be the worst hour of my life.

We're standing infront of The Statue Of Liberty. Our teacher Mr Johnson is telling us information about the blue thing. Not that I really care. It's something with a Roman goddess.

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The field trip came to an end fast and now their doing the carpool grouping. "Annebell Rebel, Andrew Baker and Betty Martin are driving with Mr Turner. Christopher Evans and Emily Macfayden are driving with Mrs Carpenter!" Aah, Mrs Carpenter. She teaches music. And that Christopher kid. I saw him talking with Jon, Zach and Josh.

"You are Emily Macfayden right?" Mrs Carpenter asks with the biggest smile. She's already my favorite teacher. She looks like she's in her late 20s.

"That should be me. Emma, please forget Emily." We shake hands and she looks at my fingers. The guitar dents are obvious.

"Emma, got it. You play guitar?"

"Yes! It's my biggest hobby, I do it whenever I can. As you can see, a little too much." She shakes her head with a chuckle.

"No. Doing something you love can never be too much. Anyways, do you see Christopher? I could only recognize you." I point towards the Christopher kid. He's wearing a Patriots jersey with black jeans and New Balance sneakers.

"Aah, okay stay here. I'll be back with him in a second." Mrs Carpenter walked away and got back a little later with the Christopher kid.

We got into her car and she took off. We stayed in silence for a while. God what do I say to a 14 year old sports addict?

"So you're Emily right?" He asks while keeping his head down and fidgeting with his fingers.

"Yeah, but in Rhode Island they called me Emma. And you're Christopher?"

"That's right. But people call me Chris." I nodded. The silence took over again. He has braces, god am I happy I don't need them. They sound like hell. "So uhh, why do people call you Emma instead of Emily? Emily is a nice name. N-Not that Emma isn't a good name." He looks like he wants to slap himself across the face.

"Well it's kinda weird but I had a sister who died at birth. Her name was Emily. My parents wanted to 'honor' her by giving me her name. So we are both Emily. I think it's creepy so I introduce myself as Emma, but my parents disagree. How about you? Why Chris?"

"First of all, sorry about your loss. And to answer your question, my name is just long."

"No need to feel sorry for me, didn't even know her. And she was alive for like, 2 minutes."

Chris nods. He finally picks his head up and looks at me. "So, Chris, do you have siblings?" His face lit up with a smile.

"Yeah. An older sister Carly, younger brother Scott and younger sister Shanna. How about you?" Wow, big family. I hate having 2 siblings. Imagine have 3.

"2 brothers. Ray who is older and Henry who is younger."

"Good. Good." Silence came back like my brother after realizing that he can't live on his own. He had the habbit of running away from home. But Henry learned his lesson when the police were called and he had to ride with them. He thought he had to go to jail. It was the best thing I ever saw.