My First Friend

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  "Hello." I said the house. It's a tall, brown, brick house which is covered with moss. It would by mystical if I didn't hate it so much.

   "Hello!" 

   Quick Lilly. Asses the situation. You were just talking to yourself and someone talked back. 

   I look around. No one to be found. Just me, and a bush. A talking bush? No, that's impossible, isn't it? 

   "Uh, hey?" I turn towards the bush. There's a rustling, and a boy pops up, scaring the Pop Tarts out of me.

   He looks about 15. He has raven brown hair which is littered with stick and leaves from the bush. 

   "Jeez. Do you jump out at girls often?" I say, trying to slow my heart rate. 

   He laughs. "No, you're the only one." he motions to my new house, "You're the one who moved in?"

   I nod. "Wasn't my choice. If I had it my way I'd still be..." Deep breath. "Who are you anyway?"

   "I'm Sam. I live next door."

   "Great," I sigh, "So I can expect you to scare me often?"

   "I don't know. Depends on how I feel." Sam finally steps out of the bush. "What's your name?"

   "Lilly."

   He smiles. it looks like he's about to say something else, but just then a woman comes out of the door of his house, yelling at Sam to come home. His mother I assume. 

    He sighs. "See you around." He takes a few steps. "Hey Lilly," he turns around, "if you ever need a friend, I'm here." He gives a crooked smile and runs back to his house. 

   Maybe this isn't completely horrible. 

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