I see a girl come out of our house. Jared is just behind her. The girl walks to me. She is the girl I saw last night.
"Hi! Hi Jared!" I say. The girl stops in front of me.
"Are you a friend of Esters?" She asks. She has such a thick accent. Im a second grader and I never heard it before!
"Who is Ester?" I ask.
"Why do you know Jared?" She contours.
"He is my brother thats why!" I say.
"Who are you then?" She asks.
"Im Kasey! What about you! Im 7!" I say, I'm proud to tell this girl my age.
"Well, ye' sure is tall for a 7 year old. Im 9. Ester was 12. I thought you were 12! Look at that! Ye would be a rather scrawny little 12 year old though. Im Wendy. Why are you wearing boy cloths?" Wendy says. I look down at the sweatpants and Nike sweatshirt I wore to bed and never took off after Elliot woke me up at 3 a.m after discovering Jared's empty bedroom when she was still up cuz, Elliot got her own computer and lamp in her bedroom at the end of the hall and sits there all night. She said she got up to get some water but she was still in her jeans and Harvard University sweatshirt which fit her, being she was a tall 13 year old girl. Her blond hair had tumbled down on my face when she said it. It was out of its usual pony tail and her geeky-purple glasses reflected my own terrified face. But I could also see her eyes. I had never seen Elliot afraid. But she was now. She had grey eyes, that had the habit of flashing whatever emotion she had as clear as day. But, you had to know how to read it. I could tell she had been reading too though. Her eyes get blood shot in the corners sometimes after she reads. It was not at the computer because I could see a small paper cut on her middle finger. She had been reading The Hunger Games for the Millionth time last night and had once again tried to sneak it under the table at diner. I had been so afraid that I had said, 'I see you finished the trilogy.' Elliot slapped me hard. Thats when I knew this was real. Realer than it had been when I looked in Elliot's eyes. I trusted my sister. So I got out of bed and went into mommy and daddies room.
"They rant boy cloths." I say, snapping out f my daze. I hear Elliot yell to run. But all I can do is take the girls hand.
