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strange smiles and the new kid

I was shaken awake by Brit right as my dream was getting interesting: sonic the hedgehog was in the process of making me cookies. Unfortunately my desperate attempts to escape back to my dream world epically failed and I dragged myself out of bed only to plop right back down on the fuzzy chair conveniently located in the corner of my room.

"Here" Brit called before tossing a plain shirt, fluffy scarf and my favorite pair of jeans into my arms.

Yes I was one of those people who are absolutely obsessed with jeans; I practically lived in them after all they were ridiculously comfy. I let out a loud groan directed at Brit before pulling on the clothes she'd stuck into my arms. Despite my general annoyed feelings towards her this morning I was thankful as she placed an already made cup of coffee into my waiting hands.

"Love you," I mumbled sleepily

"Of course you do" Brit replied before sending me one of her famous lipless grins.

She was known for her exceptionally small lips and every time she smiled wide her lips nearly disappeared. Not that I was in any position to comment on smiles, I myself had an extremely crooked smile that steered severely towards the left side of my face creating one huge dimple. Before I got the chance to further contemplate the strange dynamics of my face, I was pulled through my hallway and out the door by energy filled Brit.

"Bye" I called out to my parents who were somewhere around the unnecessarily large house.

I know its stupid to complain about a big house but I really did hate it, I mean it's unpractical for family of 3 to own a 5 bedroom 4 bath house. But that's my parents for you; desperately trying to fill the empty void they created by buying an overwhelming amount of stuff.

Emerson's family was the complete opposite, her parents weren't especially wealthy, they had a moderate sized house that they chose to fill with foster kids like Emerson had once been. Despite being adopted Em had kept traces of her rebellious side and still had a little too much fun sometimes.
Brit was currently on a rant about why standardized tests were stupid and although I agreed I was exactly enthusiastic to be talking about school during winter break, therefore I was grateful when we finally reached the familiar door of Emerson's house that had an unfamiliar car parked in the driveway, signifying that the new kid was here.

"Brit, Lydia!" Emerson's mom cooed wrapping us both into a warm hug, as I said before they are practically the perfect family.

Emerson's mom was possibly my favorite person in the entire universe not only because of her kindness but it also may or may not have something to do with her incredible cooking skills and my unhealthy obsession with all food.

We were ushered down the hallway into Emerson's room and I immediately plopped down next to her on her squishy comforter that we had picked out earlier that year.

"Hey guys" Emerson said warily

"What's up?" I asked, sensing tension, which was strange because Emerson never cared enough to get tense. Her reputation was based solely around her laid back and sarcastic attitude towards life in general.

"Well funny story" Emerson laughed uncomfortably, "you know that boy who you ran into the other day well he may or may not be the new foster kid"

I stared at her for a moment before logically concluding that this must be a joke.

"I gotta say Em your sarcasm skills are impressive I can't even tell if your joking or not anymore" I retorted jabbing her shoulder playfully.

"Owww" Emerson whined pretending I'd hurt her however she quickly flashed her face back to the serious one she'd been wearing.

"Seriously though guys he's here"

"Well shit" I muttered, mad at myself for messing up my chance to be friends with the new kid.

Emerson thought for a moment before responding

"well I'm not to sure if he recognized me or not but at any rate he isn't really talking much and he won't look at anyone"

"Maybe he has Anthropophobia" Brit chimed in

"Oh my god Brit please stop diagnosing people based off what you've read on Wikipedia " I whined before shaking my head disapprovingly at Brits habit of googling disorders

"Okay,I'm just going to stay away from him" I declare proudly

"Well yeah great idea genius, but we're supposed to show him around the school tomorrow" Emerson says quietly before shooting me a sympathetic glance.

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Authors note:

Hey guys sorry for the short chapter, I've had a really weird week. I'll try to update a longer one by Thursday.