Everybody, these are two good stories "So Much For Peace" and "Inseprable No More" written by elenamindollin and hallibth, who are both very good writers.
Sarah got on the bus which was heading in the direction of her new home. She was surprised when Eliot got on.
"Hi," he said, sounding just as surprised. "I didn't know anyone else lived on this side of town." He grinned and sat on the seat beside her. "So, where do you live?"
"Umm, New York Southern Apartments," Sarah said. Now Eliot looked even more surprised.
"Me too!" Eliot cried. Sarah gave him a small smile and then went back to the homework she was trying to finish before she got off the bus. "What floor?"
"Seventh."
"Oh," Eliot bit his lower lip. "Impressive. Those apartments are a lot of money." He fiddled with his walkman on his lap and inserted a CD inside. "I live, uh, further up, in the penthouse…maybe I can come down sometime, maybe meet you parents—"
"I don't live with my parents!" Sarah said sharply. Eliot's eyebrows shot up and his eyes were filled with questions. The bus lurched to a stop. "Uh, I'll see you later." Sarah got up, stuffed her homework in her bag and stood up.
"But our stops not until a few more," Eliot pointed out.
"I'm…meeting someone," Sarah squinted. "Over there." She pointed at a group of young people huddled outside a shop." Eliot looked over unbelieving and then moved so she could get past. "Bye."
"Yeah, see ya," Eliot bit his lower lip as she rushed to the front of the bus and ran down the steps. Sarah paused, looked up, gave him another small smile, and then headed in the opposite direction of the other teenagers. Eliot rolled his eyes and then the bus moved on.
Sarah looked around. She didn't know here she was. She had only got off the bus because she didn't want to answer any questions about her family and her parents.
Spotting a phone booth nearby, she ran over and quickly shut the glass door behind her. Sarah opened up the phone-book to the map at the front.
She was four blocks away from where she was supposed to be. In the back of her Social Studies book, she carefully drew a not-so-detailed map of where she was going, and then slammed the cover back down.
After a pretty tiresome walk, she spotted the Southern Apartment. Across from it, she spotted a park.
Sarah waited with a group of others who were waiting to cross the road. She checked her watch. She still had an hour until Craig and Susanna would be home from work, maybe longer. She could stay at the park until Susanna would be home from work, maybe longer. She could stay at the park until then.
The sign buzzed and Sarah strode across the road.
When she reached the park, she sat of swings. It started drizzling gently, but she stayed on the swings, thinking hard about…basically everything.
Two hours later, she walked into the apartment, her hair hanging limply over her shoulder, her face drawn and pale. Susanna greeted her with a barricade of questions and Craig's face looked like a thundercloud.
One look at Sarah's pale face and red eyes, their faces calmed and Susanna enveloped Sarah into her arms. She felt two arms cling to her waist.
Craig saw them as well and shared a small smile with Susanna.
They were making progress with Sarah.
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