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Skate park, ditching, and detention! Pt.2

Hi guys!!! If you read this far, thanks soooo much because I'm not really that good at writing... But anyways, here's part two! 

Sophie:

"CRUD!!! NONONONONO!!! MY BOARD!!!" I've been running for at least 20 minutes!!! "I don't even know where I am!!! Tears burned my eyes. I've just been running and running and running, I took a few turns... Stop it Sophie, you're better than this! You can't Cry! NO! It's ok! It totally wasn't the last thing you had of your parents... STOP CRYING!!!  I can't help myself. Tears stain my face and I start sobbing on the sidewalk. 

Keefe:

I've been searching for at least 20 mins, and I still Can't find her! It's like she disappeared. So I start going home and oh crud. She's right there. Sobbing in front of my house.

Sophie:

 I know I could've stayed there all day, but it was already 5:50 and I had to get ready for school. Looking up, I saw my skateboard and  familiar ice blue eyes. But this time, they weren't filled with jokes and laughter they were filled with concern. The boy slowly came and sat next to me and set down my skateboard, while I tried to stop crying

"Hi, again. You left your skateboard. I'm Keefe by the way. I didn't mean to make you runaway. and I'm sorry if I'm the one that made you cry..."

He sounded so upset and sincere, and I was so embarrassed that he saw me crying so while wiping my tears I said, "No, It's ok, it isn't your fault. It's just that it's the last thing that I have of my parents."

" If you don't mind me asking, I thought you said that your parents moved you halfway across the country" he whispered.

I could feel his eyes on me while I responded, tugging out an eyelash. "Yah, I don't mind. It's just that my biological parents died in a car crash when I was 5 and so my sister and I got separated, and my foster parents decided to move halfway across the country without asking me first...  Also, my first parents gave me this skateboard when I was 4, telling me that one day when I learn to ride it they would take me to meet famous boarders..." My voice broke, it was 6 I had school in an hour. "oh shoot, I'm going to be late for school!" tears brimming my eyes again. "my parent's are going to kill me."

Keefe:

I studied the girl trying to figure out what to say when suddenly she was looking right at me again. Tear marks streaked her face, and her hair was messy and rumpled. Though nonetheless, she was beautiful. And her eyes, the sun reflected off of them and made them look gold. But I could tell they could see past the wall I put up... Anyways, I cautiously approached the girl and sat down next to her while putting her skateboard next to her, while she tried to stop crying.

I didn't know what to do... so to break the tension I whispered "Hi, again. You left your skateboard. I'm Keefe by the way. I didn't mean to make you runaway. and I'm sorry if I'm the one that made you cry..."

she seemed surprised that I spoke, but I think she was also kind of embarrassed because she was crying...

In a a barely audible voice she said "No, It's ok, it isn't your fault. It's just that it's the last thing that I have of my parents." I didn't know what that meant because she said that her parents moved her halfway across the country.

"If you don't mind me asking, I thought you said that your parents moved you halfway across the country." I hope I don't make her upset again...

I watched her carefully respond while playing with her eyelashes "Yah, I don't mind. It's just that my biological parents died in a car crash when I was 5 and so my sister and I got separated, and my foster parents decided to move halfway across the country without asking me first... Also, my first parents gave me this skateboard when I was 4, telling me that one day when I learn to ride it they would take me to meet famous boarders..." Shoot she had family problems too. "oh crud, I'm going to be late for school!" tears brimmed her eyes again while her voice broke. "my parent's are going to kill me."

"I can drive you if you want..." I whispered. "I know you just met me... but this is my house and it's better to be driven than be late and race home..."

"sure" she whispered cautiously

"Ok, let me get my stuff. Give me ten minutes."

"Thanks."

"No problem."