"Danielle?"
"Yea. Hey Emma. How was your day? I love my classes and this guy in my history class asked me for my number. His name is Kyle and he is CUTE!"
"Cool. sounds like you had fun. Well, my classes suck and it sucks that you and I aren't any classes together or even lunch. It makes me mad."
"Hey it's ok. Listen just hang out with people you are comptable around. Like me. I think you will find more friends in this big school and if you don't I will always be happy to take Art with you so we would have some classes together."
"No, you don't have to do that. I'll be find. I am going to let you go. I still have to do my chores."
"Ok Cya tomorrow morning."
Without saying good bye Emma hangs up the phone and sits there thinking how it would be hard and difficult without her only friend. Maybe Danielle was right. I need to experience with new people and maybe I could get numbers like Danielle, she wasn't open minded like Danielle. She was pretty with layered deep brown hair like her dad and bright blue eyes like her mom. When Emma smiled she could brighten anyones day, but what was her problem. She couldn't figure that out.
She went to her closet and decided she was going to wear soemthing nice tomorrow instead of some jeans and some shirt.
Deciding what to do next, Emma decides to...
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