Allisonville, MA is not a real place. All characters names are fictional and completely my own idea. I did not copy any one else's work.
enjoy :] -holly nicole
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It was now October and we had started school. I sat down at the same lunch table with Elizabeth and her friends, sitting next to my cousin and across from her best friend. She gave me a weird look with her eyes, which was expected, since I finally realized she didn’t like me too much. Turned out I was right about her smile. Elizabeth’s best friend Tiffany looked from my cousin to me and back again. “You know, Lizzy, she looks nothing like you.” Her eyes went down to her food as she shoved a spoonful of cafeteria mac ‘n’ cheese. Elizabeth nodded. I felt like I was unwanted, which was exactly the predicament.

After school, Cam drove Elizabeth and me home. I had shotgun and she sat in the back of the little car. I stared out my window. Maybe Allisonville wasn’t a good idea. “How was school?” Cam asked, feeling the awkward tension between Elizabeth. “Alise,” My cousin started to say, “You should definitely try and find some friends. Explore the crowd.” I rolled my eyes. Her voice sounded like on a commercial. She was trying not to be mean, but I knew what she really meant: stop sitting with me at lunch, Alise, you’re a freak, a loser.

“I plan to.” I say blankly.

“You should try out to be a cheerleader. Liz does it every year!” Cam tried helping.

“Not my thing.” I said wanting the conversation to end, but instead I heard Elizabeth let out a quiet sigh of relief. I quickly turn around and glare at her. “Do you freaking have a problem with me!?” I yelled at her angrily. “Do you honestly hate me!? I mean, come one! What did I ever do to you!?” She looked startled as I turn around. I caught a quick glimpse of Cam. He had a wide smile on his face, a proud smile.

As Cam parked in the driveway, Liz jumped out as fast as she could. Before I could get out, my cousin grabbed my arm. “That was, uh, interesting what you did there, Alise,” He laughed.

“What do you mean?” I asked him.

“You put Liz back in place.” He laughed again. “It was hilarious, but she definitely deserved it…and needed it. She is always a priss.” He told me.

I coughed up a fake laugh. “Well, whatever, she was bothering me, so…” I trailed off.

“Ha, yeah, well, good job. I will make sure I never misbehave.” He chuckled. I smiled at him. I liked him. He was a jokester. We both got out to see my mother standing there. Her hands were on her hand and she gave me a certain look.

I flung my hands in the air as to ask her what her problem is. Her eyebrows shot up. She licked her lips as I walked over to her with my backpack hung on my shoulders. Cam snickered as he rushed past us and into the house. 

“Elizabeth came in sobbing, saying that you yelled at her and that you hate her.” She spoke to me, expecting an apology.

“And…?” I asked her, crossing my arms.

“Why were you yelling at her? Hmm…?” She asked me, waiting for me to tell the truth.

“Oh, come on!” My mouth went wide open. We stood there for a second, making me realize that she was still waiting for my answer. “She was being a brat, okay? It doesn’t’ matter. I wouldn’t serve her up something that she didn’t deserve. Cam even agreed with me that she deserved it.” I walked past her, not in a patient mood, especially not one to hear her stuffy voice.

“Alise,” She called after me. I rolled my eyes and turned around, “Where are you going? We’re going home.” I shrugged. 

The next day I sat next to Elizabeth again. She and Tiffany were dead silent. I smiled peacefully. “So,” I said loudly, making Tiffany slightly jump. Neither of them looked up, though. “How’s school so far today for you guys?” I said sarcastically. I laughed. “Wow, giving me the silent treatment, really? Listen, I’m sorry for yesterday, Liz.” I looked up and glared at me. I smiled at her trying to convince her I was serious.

“My friends call me Liz. Tiffany’s my friend. Lots of people are my friends. Just not you.” She said angrily. She and Tiffany stood up and walked away with their trays and to another table next to other girls. There was a girl who was sitting next to Elizabeth before. She had black hair. Her eyes were bright blue and she wore bright red lipstick. She held a book out in front of her face. Tears were filled in her eyes. I glance underneath a little to see what she was reading. A Tale of Two Cities. She was almost finished with it. She wiped her nose on her long black sleeve. Her eye lashes fluttered and a single tear raced down her cheek. I moved my seat so I was straight in front of her. 

I looked at her, expecting her to look back at me, but she didn’t. After a minute or so of me staring at her I speak. “Uh, hi.” I said smiling looking at her. Her eyes stayed positioned on the page. No words came out. Finally, after a few seconds, she slapped the book together and smiled big. 

“Sorry! I had to finish the last page.” She said wiping the tear.

“Good book?” I asked knowing the answer already.

“Heck yeah!” She was almost yelling. I giggled a little at her enthusiasm. Her eyes light up suddenly. “Oh my gosh!” She yelled. I smiled confused. “You wanna borrow it?” She asked me.

“Oh, um, well…”

“Here, take it!” She shoved it into my hands not letting me answer her fully. I smiled. Why not? I placed the book on the seat next to me. “So what’s your name?” She asked playing with her straight dark hair. Freckles were sprinkled across her nose and cheeks.

“Alise, you?”

“I’m bright eyed Sable Ann.” She laughed at herself. She was a joy. I smiled at her and giggled a little. “Where ya from, pretty Alise?” She said tracing her fingers across the table in circles, staring at me with her gorgeous eyes. 

“Far away…” I trailed off. I didn’t want to talk about my past. “I don’t like talking about it.” I shook off my sadness and smiled wide. “You know Elizabeth?”

“The one just left the table?” I thought she wasn’t paying attention. I looked at her awkwardly and nodded.

“Yeah, she’s not too, uh, friendly…” Her voice sounded weak. I nodded.

“She’s my cousin.” I shrugged. She put her hands to her face.

“Oh my gosh, I am so sorry.” She said as if she might’ve offended me.

“Don’t worry about it. She’s a bitchh.”

After the day ended, I decided that Sable Ann was my best friend. She told me so, anyways.
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