"Sure," I say "You don't have an accent," she says. I can't help but roll me eyes "I've lived here since I was, like, 4," I tell her. "Yeah, but Ms. Altavan said -" "She doesn't know anything about me. If you wanted to talk to me just to ask me about Russia, then please go away and I don't want to talk to you," I say, my voice full of frustration. She opens her mouth to talk, but then closes it. When she opens it again, she says "You're right. That was pretty rude of me." I'm stunned. She didn't call me an emotional terr0r!st? Wow. /Better than my last school/ I think to myself. She notices that I've gone quiet and laughs. I can't help but smile either. "Okay, well, did you go to school before this? Or were you homeschooled?" "I . . ." My throat feels like it's closing in on me. I take a deep breath, and answer. "I went to a different school before this, but I have been homeschooled for the past 2 months or so." "Oh cool! I was homeschooled to. But then my parents weren't really making enough . . . uhm. Anyway." We sit in awkward silence for a bit, and I continue to pick at my orange. "Want any?" I ask her. She looks at me and then the orange. "Sure, why not?" I give her 3 slices and she nibbles at them. "Thanks." "Your welcome." I hear the bell ring and everyone flocks to the doors like their lives depend on it. "Do you know what section you're in?" she asks. "I think I'm in 8Y, but I can't really be sure," I tell her. "Well, I'm in 8Y so if anyone asks then we can just say that you are too." A pause. "If you want to, of course," she adds. "Uhm, you're like, the only person who's wanted to have a normal conversation with me. What do you think?" I ask her, pretending to be completely taken aback. She laughs. "My name's Arrow, by the way," she says as we walk to the doors. "Nice to meet you, Arrow."
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