Esmerelda Willam moved from London to Las Angeles for her dad's job. One day she took a walk and met a boy Benny Franklin Rodriguez. She met the Sandlot boys and thy became best friends she knew this is where she wanted to be but will something go d...
"Esme." Her dad yelled from downstairs. Esme hopped up from bed. "What dad I'm trying to sleep." "Well I'll just tell him you're sleeping." She was about to lay back down but popped up. "Who?" "Benny Rodriguez. He asked if you want to go to the pool?" "Tell him yes and be here in 1 hour." "Ok honey." She got out of bed and ran to her closet.
"What to where? What to where?" She rummaged through her closet. "Ah perfect." She grabbed her bathing spot and a cover up. "Homey I thought you were tired." "I was until I heard-AHHH." Her dad ran upstairs. "What What." "MY HAIR ITS HORRIBLE." "Essy you almost gave me a heart attack." "Sorry it's just my hair it looks terrible." She says picking with her hair that was mess so she knew she needed to focus all on her hair. ____________________________________________________________
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____________________________________________________________ She finished curling her hair and grabbed her sandals. "Dad I'm leaving." "Hey wait you wanna hang out after." "No im good." "Oh ok well have fun." She smiled and went outside. She walked to see the boys Benny came and put his arm around her. "Hey Barbie." "Hey Ben." Everyone began to walk while Essy and Benny walked further behind. "S-So um you look great."
"Thank you." She says smiling at the boy. "So why are you here shouldn't you be in some rich town." "What makes you think that." She started laughing. "Your from London yoir accent is hot and you look rich." "Ok yes we're rich but we move a lot and my house isn't that big." "Are you kidding me it humongous." The girl held her stomach laughing. "HEY LOVE BIRDS DTOP KISSING AND COME ON." They both looked at eachother and Esme started walking faster eventually passing the group of boys.
Benny ran up and hit Yeah Yeah in the back. "What the hell Yeah Yeah?" "We're almost to the pool and you're taking forever." "Now you made her uncomfortable dummy." "Yeah Yeah."
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The group walks into the gate. All the boys scattered around while Esme set her towel up. "No no no cmon don't tell me your one of those girls that doesn't like to get in the water." "I just want to take a nap by the pool 20 minutes." "Yeah okay." Esme layed down and fell asleep.
"Why isn't she getting in." "She just wants to sleep." "No it's no fun I dare you to throw her in." Squints said. "No way." "Double dare." Benny hesitated but soon decided he couldn't back down.
Esme was sleeping when she felt wet hands touch her leg and pick her up."p she slaps the person. "Ow." "Benny o what are you doing put me down." "Can't Barbie." "I said put me dow-." Benny jumped in the pool with Esme in his arms and they both came up. "See wasn't that fun." "No it wasn't." "Come on you can't be mad." "Well I certainly am."
Benny rolled his eyes and Swam away. Esme was about to get out of the pool when all of a sudden she saw her swimsuit top she looked down and it came off. "Oh my goodness oh my goodness." She didn't know what to do she grabs the topped and covered up. "BENNY." She yelled from across the pool." He swam over. "Yeah?" "I need your help stand in front of me.". "Why?" "My top came off just do it." "Oh." Benny got infront of the girl. She was so embarrassed.
"Sorry Essy." "Stop talking please this is embarrassing enough." She says tying her top back on. She got out the pool. "Essy wait." "I'm sorry I have to go." She grabs her things and ran out the gate. "What's her problem." "Yeah what's her problem." "Nothing let's just finish swimming." Esme was embarrassed and hoped this could blow over. Benny just hoped that Esme would talk to him again.
