“Hey, Lily,” I smile as I stepped up to my front door. My little sister stood there happily. “How was your first day?”
“It was great! Alyssa’s in my class, but I don’t sit at her table. She sits at the other side of the room from me. The girls at my table are nice. I’m friends with them now. Their names are Georgia and Annie. Annie’s on my bus. She’s really nice.... I didn’t sit with her on the bus though. She sat with her little sister. I sat with Melissa Levitt.... My teacher’s really nice too. Her name is Mrs. Kirtenberg. She’s great. She likes dogs....” Lily continues to ramble on about her day, but I lose interest. I’m glad she had fun though. It’s funny though how her first year in school was the first year I wasn’t. Fourth grade. When I was supposed to be in fourth grade, the Homeschool Crew was just getting started. It’s strange to think about that, that there was a time before the Crew.
“Becca!” My mom exclaims when she sees me. She embraces me in a long hug. “How’d it go?”
“Good,” I say.
“Did you make any friends?” she pulls me into the living room and sits me down on the white couch.
“Yeah,” I nod.
“Were people nice to you?” another frantic question.
“Yeah. They were great,” I nod again, thinking of Teagan, Sammi, Alex, and the other girls I sat with at lunch. They were all so friendly.
“That’s great! Was that Sarah girl nice?” I forgot Mom was there when Mrs. Otterman, the secretary, called down Sarah Astbury from band.
“She was okay. She didn’t really talk to me,” I shrug. I don’t really care that she ignored me. She has her own friends, she doesn’t need to watch over me every second. Besides, I had friends too.
“What about your teachers? Were they helpful?” She looks so frantic, it’s almost pathetic. Everything. Was. Fine.
“Mom, stop worrying. I was fine. My teachers were great, the kids were great. It’s okay,” I put my hand on her shoulder, which is a very motherly move, I might add.
“Alright. I just wanted to make sure it was all okay. Oh, wait!” I start to stand up, but instantly get called back down, “How was Camden? And that Kai boy you never met? Did you meet him?”
“Camden was fine. I met Kai when I got off the bus. He was okay,” I lie. Camden ignored me the whole day, but I didn’t care. So I guess that part was true. Kai didn’t seem too excited to see me, however I wasn’t thrilled to meet him either. “Can I go?”
“Sure. What exciting thing do you have planned?” Mom smiles.
“Nothing. I just want to talk to Jackie,” I say.
“Okay,” Mom nods. I walk out of the room, and into the kitchen where I left my backpack. I pull my phone out from its front pocket. I have five unread messages. A quick scroll through and I see that four of them are from Jackie, and one says that 65% of my family’s data plan has been used. I take my phone down to my bedroom in the basement. Surprisingly, we have a good signal downstairs. I suddenly get a sixth text. It’s from Camden.
Camden: Teagan Alwin wants ur number. Can i give it to her?
Me: Sure.
Camden: K
Easy enough. Time to speak to Jackie Kent.
Jackie: u have school 2day, right?
Jackie: Tell me all about it.
Jackie: r u home yet?
Jackie: How’d it go?
Me: It was good.
Jackie: OMG U JUST WENT 2 ACTUAL SCHOOL AND SURVIVED
Me: Lol, yeah, i did.
Jackie: How are the people there?
Jackie: Funner than dem crew folks?
Me: Nothing compares to the crew.
Jackie: Admit it, u love us.
Me: Never denied it. Tell everyone i say hi
Jackie: Were there any cute guys.
Me: No
Jackie: Ur lying
Me: Idk any guys
Jackie: Tell me when one asks u out.
Me: Never gonna happen.
Jackie: It will
Me: Lol
Jackie: Gtg, mah mama wants me.
Me: Tell yo mama I say hi
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What We Lost In The Winter
Teen FictionBecca Kingser almost died when she was eight years old. Ever since then, she's been homeschooled with her sisters. One of them is a bouncy, energetic little girl, the other is a closed-off mystery. But when Becca's mom finds a new job in Michigan, t...
