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-Maddie and Julie

Three Weeks In, Three New Playmates

It's been three weeks since that dinner. Three weeks, and my life has spiraled out of control.

I sat in my new room, with its "hand crafted crown molding" and "simply wonderful, open and cheery windows" as the Real Estate lady put it. Five minutes after meeting her I was already planning how I could kill her. Her overly perky attitude and clearly fake smile pushed me over the edge.

I'd been rather moody ever since I found out that we were moving. I didn't want to leave my friends, my lacrosse team, or my home. I've lived there my whole life and I've never been a fan of change.

Though, the annoying real estate lady did have a point, the windows were the best part of the room. There were three of them, grouped together at the front. My room faced the front of the house, so they gave me a view of the street, and the homes across from us. Beneath the three windows was a large window seat, which was perfect for reading.

I surveyed the room once more, taking in its half oval shape. Its walls were a light ocean blue, and the crown molding was an eggshell white. It was roughly double the size of my old bedroom, with hardwood floors and a large closet. It took these three weeks to start to realize how selfish and rude I had been to my parents these past few weeks. I stood up to go and apologize to them, not wanting the guilt resting heavily on my chest.

That's when I heard the sound of teenagers walking down the street, and since I am a 15-year-old girl who doesn't know a soul down here except for her family, I ran towards the window.

Traipsing down the sidewalk across the street from my house were three boys who appeared as though they had been spoon fed steroids since they were small infants. Or large infants.

They were all easily over 6'6, with bulging muscles from underneath their t-shirts. They all had deep russet skin like mine, and dark hair in crew cuts. They appeared about 20 through 25 each, but their talk and noise made them sound as though they were teenagers. In the middle of my observations, they stopped walking, facing my house. The sign in the front yard telling the world that this house had been sold was taken down, and the moving truck was still parked in the long drive way.

"New neighbors, Brady?" one asked, elbowing another, who I assumed was Brady. They all stood staring at the house as though it wasn't real. And if I were in their position, I would do the same. Our new neighborhood was filled with considerably smaller houses, but I found out that my dad had some renovations put on this house to make it big enough for us. Those renovations included two more bedrooms, three and a half more baths, and an expansion for a den and larger kitchen.

"Yeah, I guess they moved in," the one who I had guessed was Brady answered after a few moments. They stood, watching the house for a couple more seconds, before I heard the voice of Poppy outside.

"Hi!" she screamed from the front yard. I looked as far as I could through the screen, and saw that she managed to get away from my mother's hawk watch and get out the front door. She was wearing one of her favorite dresses, which was large, puffy, and pink gingham, with little green and purple flowers embroidered on it. Her black curls were insane all over her head, and she had some sort of red goo all over her face.

The one boy who hadn't spoken waved to her, laughing lightly. The others just watched with coy smiles on their faces.

"Do you want to come over and pway?" she shouted back, and they all started laughing, making their way over to our yard. Suddenly terrified, I darted downstairs, being momentarily stopped by Harry, who was dancing around in a cape from Halloween last year.

When I finally got out to the front yard, one of the boys was standing near the flowers, his hands over his eyes, counting loudly.

"Excuse me!" I called to him, my shyness completely forgotten as worry set in, and marched over towards his large form. He was much taller up close. "What are you doing?" I asked, and he looked down at me.

"I'm playing hide and go seek with Poppy. Are you her sister?" He asked, his dark eyes heavy on mine.

"Yes, I am. And I would like to know where she is." I tried to sound firm, but he saw right through it and started laughing at me. I could feel my cheeks flush.

"Well, I don't know! That's the point of the game," he chuckled, and held out his large hand to me. "I'm Colin, would you like to play with us?"

I ignored his attempts to charm me, and instead said rudely, "No, I would like to find my little sister!"

He laughed again.

I was starting to get rather upset, where did he get the right to start laughing at me?

"Calm down, finding them is the point of the game. You go that way," he pointed around the side of the house nearest the garage, "And I'll go that way," he nodded towards the other side.

I huffed, but nodded anyway and stormed off towards that direction. I looked behind all the bushes for the bright pink dress. I was turning away to go the back yards when I bumped into a hard chest.

"Sorry." The apology immediately fell from my mouth, and I looked up into the warmest pair of light brown eyes I've ever seen. His light pink lips were cocked into a smirk, and he laughed. I recognized him. This was Brady, the one who was asked if we were his new neighbors.

"It's all right, it's my fault," he muttered back, his smirk slowly turning to a cute smile, "I'm Brady, and you are?"

"Faye." I answered shortly, as I suddenly remembered that I didn't know where my little sister was. As if she were reading my thoughts, a bubbly squeal sounded from the back yard. Without the slightest consideration of Brady, I turned on my heel and sprinted to her.

I heard his following me, his footsteps heavy thuds compared to my light ones. I broke past the house in a matter of nanoseconds to find Poppy running between Colin and the other boy who remained nameless. She was squealing and laughing, and I noticed my mother standing in the window that faced the back yard. She looked calm, as though these giant men playing with her youngest daughter weren't strange at all.

Worriedly, I ran out to her and scooped her up in my arms. "Poppy, what did Mom tell you about strangers!" I cried, knowing that my rudeness was abundant.

"Colin is my fwiend!" she screeched, wriggling in my arms. I set her down, and she sprinted from me to Colin, latching onto one of his legs. He laughed, and picked her up.

Something about the adoration in his eyes told me to leave them be. It told me that he wouldn't hurt her, but I still needed the reassurance.

"Don't hurt her." I warned, a small growl in my tone. He looked up, his expression changing from pure warmth to shock that I would even think of something like that.

"Scouts honor. I won't harm a hair on her head," he said, putting up three fingers on his right hand, Poppy clutching to his shoulder, his left arm hugging her to him.

"Alright," I replied coolly. I retreated back inside, and my mom's eyes followed me.

"Faye, don't worry about your little sister. They won't hurt her," she told me carefully, as if she were choosing her words while she spoke.

"How are you okay with complete strangers playing with your youngest daughter?" I yelled in a hushed tone.

"Do not act like you know more than me, Faye Noelle!" She slammed the glass she'd been putting away on the counter, and I was surprised when it didn't shatter. Her eyes were narrowed and her expression none too happy.

"I know for a fact those boys would never hurt her. So do not pretend you know everything. For the past three weeks you've done nothing but complain and mope and tell us we're ruining your life! Could you stop for a moment and thank us or consider the fact that we're here because your grandfather is very sick? You are being selfish and we won't tolerate it anymore." She glowered at me, one hand planted on the counter, the other on her hip.

I dipped my head, my black corkscrews of hair falling over my face. My cheeks flamed and I knew she was right, the heavy feeling of guilt pressing against my chest. "I'm sorry, Mom. I just didn't want to leave my friends, or my team. I'm sorry for being so selfish, and stuck in my own world. And thank you so much, my room is absolutely perfect," I smiled hopefully, and she smiled back, holding her arms out for a hug.

I happily complied and hugged her tightly, inhaling her smell of lilac and peppermints. She pulled back, "I just want you to be happy, Faye."

"I am, Mom." I nodded, and winked at her, looking back out at the yard. The three boys were lying in the grass, as though they were dead, and Poppy was on top of Colin's chest, giggling and poking his face.

All of a sudden, Brady jumped up, yelling loudly, and causing Poppy to jump off Colin in a wave of shock, and then fall to the ground in hysteric laughter.

All of the worried nerves I'd felt about the three strangers had completely fallen away, and I knew, somehow, that they wouldn't hurt her if their lives depended on it.

Maybe living here in La Push, wasn't that bad. And then, as if I was hit by a tidal wave, I remembered. I'm transferring to a new school.

I've been with the same people my whole life, and now I've been pulled away. Could I join their lacrosse team this late in the season? That might be able to compensate. I can't deal without lacrosse.

Okay, this might be worse than I thought.