New Friends Part Two

First of all I’m really sorry that I haven’t posted at all this week. I was having problems with WordPress.

If you didn’t read the first one.

ISABEL’S POV

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I sat in what used to be my room. Almost everything had been packed, and only a few items remained. The room was going to be a new girl’s room.

Eileen and I were talking. Mainly because I needed someone to talk to, and everyone else was helping one of the other girls going home pack or hiding from me.

Yes, you heard me right. Hiding.

Okay, I’m getting ahead of myself. Eileen and I were talking.

“Ever since that scene in the ‘secret place’ Lea won’t talk to me.” I told Eileen. “I want to spend my last moments with her, but I’m afraid she thinks I don’t like her anymore.”

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“Why would you not like her anymore?” Eileen asked.

“I don’t know. I guess it might be because I said I was glad to leave. She didn’t hear the rest of the sentence. I said I was glad to leave, but I’ll miss her, all of you, very much.”

As I talked I wasn’t looking at her. My eyes were wandering around the room. It’s a bad habit I have. (In the middle of a serious conversation: “Let me think!” “What are you thinking about?” “Chairs!”) My gaze settled on two skirts I had, neither packed.

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I bent over them, remembering when I had received them. When I left home my two home best friends had each given me one without knowing the other was going to. I sighed, missing them. Then I had an idea.

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I packed one in a bag along with a note I scribbled and handed it to Eileen. “Would you give this to Lea after she leaves?”

I sat down to talk more, but Faith called Eileen, so I was alone.

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I went outside to think. I sat in my favorite place: On the bridge, over a usually quiet creek. I loved to hear the rushing of the creek as it went along it’s path.

LEA’S POV

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I went up to my room to grab something, passing the room where Isabel and Eileen were talking.

“I don’t like her anymore.”

I wasn’t meaning to eavesdrop, truly I wasn’t, but I heard Isabel talking, and she said she didn’t like me!

Isabel hadn’t had time for me lately, with all her packing, so I just stayed away, but now I knew she didn’t like me anymore. My worst fear had come true. I ran into the woods.

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I went to go sit on the bridge, my favorite place, but I saw Isabel there. I started to back away, but just as I was about to turn and run.

“Wait.” Isabel said. “I know you don’t want to talk to me, but I leave tonight, and I don’t want to leave your enemy.”

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I sat.

“Why not!” I cried. It wasn’t really a question. “I know you don’t like me anymore.”

“Why would you think that?” Isabel asked me.

“Because you said so!”

“When did I say that?”

Oh great. Now I’d have to admit that I was eavesdropping. “You told Eileen that.”

“Oh Lea.” Isabel sighed. “You didn’t hear the whole story. I was afraid you didn’t like me anymore.”

“You haven’t had time for me lately.” I insisted. “With all your packing and stuff, and you saying you wanted to go home…”

“I do want to go home.” Isabel protested. “I haven’t seen my family in a really long time. But I’ll miss you and everyone else who lives here a ton. They have become like family too.”

ISABEL’S POV

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After that we spent the rest of the day together. I was really sad to leave, but I knew got to go home, and even though we would probably never see each other again we we friends again.

As I ran to catch my train I saw Lea watching me go. I realized that she was wearing that same outfit she wore the day we promised to be friends forever and had been all day. That made me smile.

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The train was about to leave, but I ran to give Lea one last hug.

“I’ll miss you.”

It was a teary farewell, but I was also really excited to go home. I gave Lea one last squeeze, and ran to catch the train.

I watched Lea until she was out of sight. I know she did too.

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