Connected by words

"Chapter 2"

After music lesson, school ended and I met my friend at the exit as usual.

"Hi Ana!"

Emilia said, taking me in her arms! I hugged her back, inhaling the too-sweet scent of her perfume.

"Hi Emily! Shall we go home together today?"

Emilia was my only close friend. We live nearby and our fathers were colleagues at work. Emilia liked to be called Emily. She thought it sounded more melodious.She was a fat brunette with green eyes. Emily had a shoulder-length haircut and despite being overweight, she had very beautiful features. Even I sometimes was jealous of her beauty. I was also quite chubby but not in my face. My face was slim and reminded me of a sloth.

"No, I'm sorry, I can't today. I've arranged with Linda and the girls to go shopping at the Mall!"

"With Linda? Since when does she hang out with you? She was bullying us!"

Linda is the most beautiful girl in our year group. Queen B, basically. She and her group disliked us from the first moment.

"I know, but she seems to have changed. Can't you just be happy for me?"

"I'm happy! Have fun, and I'm going home. Bye."

"Thank you, bye Ana."

After saying goodbye, I headed toward my house, listening to my favorite music on my headphones.Suddenly I got a message. I opened my instagram and saw that i have a new subscriber and a message.

Hi, my name is Johny.
Want to get to know each other?

I never got in touch with foreigners before, I don't feel as confident in my English. But it could be a great opportunity to make new friends and learn the language. Not thinking any longer, I typed my answer.

                                           
Hi, i am Anastasia.
Ana for short. Of course

                                                                                                                                   

Nice to meet you

                                                                                                                                                                      Nice to meet you!                                                      

After a little chat with him, I found out that Johny is 17 years old and he is from Spain. He is in the 11th grade, which is the graduation year in his country. He loves sports and plays football. Then we had to say goodbye. Johnny went to play football with his friends, and I did my homework. But he never left my mind!