The Girl With No Friends *ON HOLD*

Chapter 8- Advice from a Stranger

Sophia's POV:

I stretch out. Gosh, I am exhausted. Who knew hanging out with your crush could tire you out!

I groan.

And then...

"Mmmmmm..." I absentmindedly whisper.

My little nose picks up a great smell.

Roses...? Nope.

My Viva la Juicy perfume...? No.

Pancakes...? NAH!

I slowly open one eye, and am immediately blinded by the sun's rays going through my curtains.

I close my eye, and try again. I carefully get up, and notice a hoodie laying right next to me. I look at it confusingly.

Then...I suddenly feel all the events from yesterday swim through my head.

I grin.

"I don't know how Halle could've hurt a wonderful girl like you," he whispers kindly.

I feel my cheeks hurt from my smiling.

"Um, Jake? Why would you say that? I mean, I'm only a bookworm. Everybody hates bookworms, especially me." I murmur.

He pulls my hand.

"No you're not. You're better than you think, Sophie. You're a cheerful, sweet, friendly, and loyal person who always is willing to cheer up my day." he says.

He gets closer to me, so close, that we our noses are only a few centimeters apart.

"Promise me you won't think so little of yourself." he whispers, his minty breath hitting my face like a rose.

A small giggle escapes out of my lips, and I stretch.

I slip my flip-flops onto my feet, and slowly walk to my door.

As I open the door, Francisca, one of the maids, quickly enters my room.

"Good morning, Señorita Sophia!" she exclaims with happiness.

I grin. "Good morning to you too, Francisca!"

Francisca has worked here long before I was born.

I sometimes consider her like my 3rd grandmother, since she's usually there when I'm needing some chocolate chip cookies, or when I need some fresh lemonade.

I skip down the stairs, and walk into the dining room.

"Good morning, my dear, loving family!" I shout, and take my seat.

"Looks like Miss Sunshine had a great day yesterday..." I hear Becca 'whisper' to Kat, which I can hear.

I give Becca a huge smile, and whisper under my breath, "Secousse..."

Becca gapes, and glares at me.

"Dad! Sophia is speaking in French again! Doesn't she understand that I am barely learning that complicated language!?"

Dad doesn't even look up from his newspaper. "Becca, you chose to learn Spanish, and your sister chose to learn French. Okay?"

I can literally see the angry fumes exploding out of Becca's ears.

"Dad...how many times do I need to explain this...she learned 2 languages! 2! I only got to learn 1! That is NOT FAIR!" she shrieks.

My dad sighs, and puts down his newspaper.