Chapter 10: Aunt Clares

Anna

School has been rough but I find myself talking Ms.Arens' ears off most of the time. I feel bad pressing my problems onto her considering she is dealing with her own still.

So far I've been here for a month. I know time flies. I kinda made a friend. Her name is Mavis but sadly we only have art together, which was seventh hour.

I have gotten to know Ms.Arens a bit more. Not a lot but it's more than I did know, which is a awesome considering not much people know her according to her.

Now I'm at home helping mom and dad clean out the garage. As we did we found a box. It was filled with old pictures and items of younger me. Obviously dad quickly got the box away once realizing what it was and put it into storage.

I sigh looking around and saw my bike making me smile. Man I thought I lost you my dear friend.

Mom and Dad are still in the deciding faze of getting me a car so I still ride with Kristoff. Though it sucks for him since he isn't in school...well high school. He's in his second year of college.

"Hey Anna did you want to keep this?" Mom asked holding up a picture. When I walked over it was me before I transitioned with Molly. I smiled at it. Even though I hated seeing pictures before I transitioned, I just couldn't throw a picture out. Especially when it was when Molly and I went trick or treating as pirates.

"Yeah, this was an awesome day." I take the picture and put it in my sweater pocket along with two other this I had found of mine. My old dog's collar and my old stuffed bear. Yeah, I'm not tossing those.

"Well it think were done here. Can you drop these off at Aunt Clares? She wanted these."

"What is it?" I ask looking at the four boxes. Mom snickered opening one. Inside was old pictures in frames and toys from their childhood.

"Just memories. She wants DeDe to see these." I nod. DeDe was my seven year old cousin. She is such a brat when she wants to be so I guess it made since Aunt Clare wanted her to see this.

I help mom load the boxes into the car.

I know she and dad want this side cleaned out so Mom's car can fit in here since it is a two car garage. Kristoff parks in the driveway and I'm hoping this means they're letting me get a car.

Once loaded I get in and drive off to Aunt Clares.

While pulling up, I was shocked to see a similar platinum blonde hair girl chasing a small brown haired kid. A soft small on her face.

Ms.Arens lives across the street from Aunt Clare?

She didn't seem to notice me which was good I didn't want to interrupt the adorable moment she was having with the little boy. She's great with kids.

"That's Elsa Arens. I don't know much about her but she's too old for you baby," I heard Aunt Clare tease. I turn around a blush on my face.

"No! I wasn't!" My hands frantically waving at her in showing my distaste.

"Well you were staring and you seemed interested by the small on your face."

"No Aunt Clare. She's my English teacher." She chuckled at me and DeDe came running out of course shouting.

"Anna!" She shouted which of course made Ms.Arens look over and see me. My face burned as the seven year old hugged me and playfully tugged at my shirt.

The distracted blonde gave the small kid she was playing with the advantage which ended with a rubber ball to hit her. Now turning back to him she lead him inside.

Great. I made her not even wanting to be outside.

Aunt Clare laughed and shoved me playfully.

"I can't help but to say you might just like your teacher." I gasped at the comment and shoved her playfully.

"Aunt Clare!"

She just laughed and I helped unload the few boxes from the car into her living room. My gaze every once in a while checking if Ms.Arens came back out but if course she didn't.

The boy returned to the yard though. Kicking a red ball and running after it in the yard giggling to himself. Every once in a while would he get it stuck under the car parked in the driveway.

I focus again and walk back inside. Aunt Clare was taking things out of the boxes showing them to DeDe.

"Woah, I remember playing with that," I say pointing to the toy phone that had a red string on it. Aunt Clare smiled dusting it off.

"This thing was a big things back when I was a kid. Look DeDe."

"What does it do?" I snicker moving the dail around and watched it roll back with a ring noise. "How is that fun?"

"You use your imagination sweetie."

"I use to call my 'friends,'" I say quoting the word friends. DeDe just looked at Aunt Clare and I as if we were insane. I chuckle and watch her try to dail a number but nevertheless she was left confused by it.

(A/N)

Hey guys. Sorry about a filler chapter. I promise next one will be more interesting.

Also pardon if this chapter is a bit crappy and such. I have the flu and still trying to recover from it.

I'll try to post another chapter sometime soon.

Well that's all I have to say for now. Bye.