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"INDIAN SUMMER"

-winter nights

"You sure it ain't puberty Auntie?-"

THE COLD LATE AFTERNOON OF WINTER MADE KATIE'S NOSE RUN AND HER BODY SHIVER. The said girl sneezed loudly gaining a few looks from the crowd around her. She held onto the suitcase beside her, earmuffs covering her ears. Today was Friday, the start of the weekend, every student had to head back home for the weekend and stay till Sunday.

Katie was looking forward to staying with her aunties again. The last time she saw them was an important-a time to be with family and friends and everyone else in New York.

Katie sniffed, making sure she wasn't a snot monster by the time her aunt came. She sighed, looking upon the white sky and soft clouds. A sudden tap on her left shoulder made her whip her head behind, seeing a familiar person.

His headphones were locked around his neck and his eyes crinkled along with his smile. She smiled also, slipping off her earmuffs in surprise.

"Miles!" Katie exclaims.

The said boy smiled even more, his black hoodie hidden under his blazer. "¡Hola! Katie. You waiting for your parents to pick you up for the weekend?" He asked, fumbling with his headphones, reaching to put them away.

The girl froze. Her eyes slowly grow wide.

Though she felt cold--her freezing up wasn't the cause of the weather. The memories of her parents, her mother and her father before the accident made her freeze at the question. A wave of sadness flushed under her skin, causing her to turn away from him before her eyes reflected the feeling.

'He doesn't know he doesn't know-'

"Katie?" He calls out concerned.

She took a deep breath squeezing her eyes before turning back to him, looking up at him, and leaving the fond memories of her parents behind her. Reminding herself that she has two aunts, the best aunts in the world. Both of them rocking as badass role models.

She smirked, hopefully, this lie she was about to say will fool him.

"W-what do think dumbass? My aunt's picking me up. My parents are somewhere far working hard on their asses. You know, so they could get money and save up, or something." She laughed staring at the grand entrance of the school stairs, the traffic of different coloured cars lighting away on the street before them.

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