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O.O

Pure evil.

:( ikr, but I figured there had to be some sort of conflict, for it to be more real, you know..so yeah, sorry Avery

"Liv, no way! Stop it, you're lying! I won't believe! I won't!"

When me and Sophie came up to them, Carrie stopped laughing and looked up. "Oh, hey Amy, Soph, come on, sit down. Olivia was just telling me a story - which was totally NOT TRUE!" She added the last part to Olivia, giving her another shove. Olivia Lytton and Caroline Sapiro were two peas in a pod, and even if you never saw them before, you'd know they were that kind of 'best friends'. They were nice enough, and talked to other people, but whenever they were together, even if they were in a group like then, they'd giggle and tell 'inside jokes' and turn away from everyone else. No one disliked them, they just knew not to try and butt in.

"Cool, Olivia, you'll have to tell me sometime," I said, sitting down closer to Claire Bolton, a little ways away from her, but she and Caroline were already giggling and talking rapidly to each other, me forgotten entirely.

"Hey, Amy, what'd you get?" Claire peered at my paper plate, then wrinkled her nose. "Spinich? GROSS, you wouldn't catch me dead eating THAT...besides it gets all stuck in your teeth and..." She trailed off, shivering in obvious horror, and I put down my fork as casually as I could, running my tongue over my teeth cautiously, just in case.

Sophie must have noticed my discomfort, because she cleared her throat and started talking pointedly to Claire about the summer homework. Relieved to have an excuse not to talk to Claire about spinach, I turned to Avery Vaden, a girl with messy brown hair and braces.

"So, Avery... anythin' new?" I said, munching on a crouton from my salad and letting my eyes wander around.

"Hey, Amy...um no, not really..." Avery asked half-heartedly, pushing her food around her plate and keeping her eyes down.

I immediately bit my tongue. I'd forgotten about what had happened to her. There definitely was something new with her, my mother had told me about it the night before, looking me in the eyes and telling me not to talk about it AT ALL and make sure to try and keep Avery's thoughts from straying to her problem. Well, technically her parents' problem, but with three kids and another on the way, it was the whole family's problem. Avery's parents had been fighting a lot lately, and they'd finally decided on a divorce. Avery had been downcast and gloomy for a few months now, but I hadn't really thought much of it until Mom had told me. Apparently Sophie's mom had heard it from Claire's mother who had gotten it from Avery's mom. Anyway, the point was, I wasn't supposed to know about it and so there really wasn't anything I could do without letting her know half the fourth grade knew.

Nice! :)

That's amazing and beautiful, Eris :)

O.O

Yikes O.O

+applauds, stands up, applauds, then sits down again+

YAY

Huh...

LOVE IT!

>:|

ALRIGHT IM DONE READING AND READY FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER....AHEM AHEM

XD I'm a fox now, too guys

AWESOME!! I love reading your writing :)

Ooooooooooooh keep it up it's awesome!!! :D:D:D:D

Amazingtastic!!!!

I vividly remember at the end of the fourth grade, the all-school picnic. It was hosted in the big field beside the school, and nearly every student in the school, from first to eighth grade, were there. There was way more than enough food, and whenever someone new arrived, a sixth grader would rush up, grab the casserole or the brownies or the lasagna and hurry to find it a place on the crowded tables before his/her counterpart sixth grader got it first. It was big and loud and the best picnic I'd ever been to.

The different grades sort of separated after eating - the seventh and eighth graders went out into the wheat, with a trail of second graders trotting behind them, all the third grade boys set out on an expedition in the marshes on the other side of the school, with big sticks and mischievous grins, and the third grade girls sat, giggling and whispering up in the tree. Most of the fourth grade boys ran in and out of the crowd of parents, laughing and shouting, the sixth graders sat around talking and trying to act like they were as mature and sensible as the eighth graders, but to afraid they'd look like the second graders if they went out with them into the wheat. Me and Sophie grabbed our food and went to sit with the rest of the fourth grade girls (excluding Samantha, Charlotte and Lucy, of course), and we all got to talking.

:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D comingcomingcoming

Huh well look at that. I'm a redhead apparently XD

Coolio

From that moment on I stayed my distance from Samantha Grant and her minions, and she stayed away from me, mostly. Once, in second grade she 'accidentally' got her scissors stuck in my hair, and I had to wear a hat for three months before my hair was long enough not to stick out at an odd angle, at least six inches shorter than the rest of my hair. It was around when me and Sophie Douglas became official best friends that we thought of Samantha, Cindy, and Lucy as our 'enemies'.

In fourth grade 'Cindy' began going by her real name, Charlotte, and Samantha began trying to get people to call her 'Sam'. I never thought of her as that, though. She was always the little first grader named Samantha Grant who tricked me to spend the whole of my recess in a tree, waiting for her to come back and get me.

Love the writing so much!!