~~~Dallia's POV~~~
The rest of my classes fly by quickly. When the last bell rings, I remember what Nate told me at lunch, before going to his friend.
Why does he want me to meet him there?
I-is it because he wants to hurt me? Ditch me? He.... he wouldn't do that, right? R-right?
Nonetheless, I go to the east exit to see Nate waiting. "H-hey" I greet nervously.
"Hey Dallia!" He replies with a smile. "Why'd you want me to meet you here?" I ask. "I figured we could walk home together, if that's alright. I'd like to get to know you better." He says, opening the door slightly.
"Okay," I respond, walking out with him.
"So, you like Zelda?" Nate asks, again looking at my shirt. "Yeah, it's amazing. I can't WAIT till the new game coming out in 2015! But I also love Pokemon, Mega Man, Metroid, Fire Emblem, and a lot of other games." I respond, geeking out. He chuckles.
"No way! I'm a gamer too! And Zelda+Pokemon=LYFE!!" He yells, throwing his fists into the air. We both double over in laughter.
"Bro, dude, we DEFINETLY need to play Smash Bros Brawl together." Nate states. "I-if you want, y-you could come to my place to play..." I offer timidly. "Really?" He responds. "Sure! I'll race you!" I yell, smiling, beginning to sprint.
"YOU WON'T BEAT MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" he yells after me, sprinting as well.
~~~Hanha's POV~~~
Again my classes fly by, English, Story writing, and Home Ec. The bell rings, and I run to my locker. I grab my stuff and wait outside for Nate. He doesn't come after a few minutes, so I walk home alone.
My foster mom is waiting outside for me like normal. I run towards her and hug her. "Sweety what's wrong?" She asks, concerned. "Nothing I just wanted a hug." I reply, evading her gaze."Ok, Hanha."
I run inside and upstairs to my room. I grab my phone to text Nate; "Duuud where were u?" I type.
"I walked home with a new girl named Dallia." He replies. I guess I'm a little upset Nate didn't tell before, but it's ok. I grab my note book to start brainstorming new song lyrics.
After half an hour I text Nate asking him if he could come over, a minute later I get this.
"I'm busy with my homework."
"Ok" I text back. I sit on my bed until my mom calls me down for supper. I sit down at the table with her but don't touch my food. When my mom is done I put my plate on the counter and went back to my room. I look in the mirror on the wall. 'Icy?' I think, 'I can't help that I have a rare genetic condition that made my hair icy white!'
