Three

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          We walked. And walked. Then we walked some more.
          "Sonya," I complained. "My feet are killing me."
          "Oh, really?" she asked. "What weapon are they using?"
          I laughed and suddenly felt better about everything. The sky seamed more blue and my feet were pretty much asleep, so it didn't hurt to walk anymore. I was so happy that I didn't even notice a row of houses quickly coming up in front of us.
          Sonya showed me into a cream, one-leveled house. "Here we are."
          I took her by the hand and walked inside. We both collapsed onto the couch and let out a sigh. Then I asked a question through the silence. "Why didn't we take a car?"
          A laugh escaped her mouth. Her face then turned more serious. "I don't know. That's a good idea. We are not, I repeat, not, walking back."
          We both smiled.
          Sonya stood up and handed me a duster. "Time to learn how to clean, Nia."
          In a few hours we had mopped, dusted, vacuumed, and cleaned a layer of grime off of everything. In the process, I learned how to clean.
          The entire house was cleaned and perfect. Sonya spoke through her smile. "Why don't we go shopping? We'll get some clothing, cleaning supplies, groceries, and some things to make this house have some pizzazz."
          I grabbed a stack of change for the bus and opened the door. "Let's go." She grabbed her wallet and followed me out the door.

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          I changed into my new t-shirt and looked into the mirror. My new look didn't scare me anymore. I had slowly gotten used to it. 
          "Nia!" Sonya called me from the kitchen. "It's time for dinner!"
          Time to embrace my new person. I ran into the kitchen and sat down. "Call me Amber."
          I stuffed the chicken Sonya had made into my mouth, as if I was going to starve if I didn't. There wasn't much talk until the radio in the kitchen turned to "Castle on the Hill" by Ed Sheeran and we both began to sing with smiles on our faces. 

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