Manny finally got done unpacking all of her things and putting them in the empty dresser.

I definitely didn't bring enough clothes. Well I'm going to be growing out of them soon, so maybe I did bring enough.

Click, thunk.

What was that?

Girl- Oh it's no big deal.

Boy- You know one day something could happen to you and no one would know. We'd all just think you were staying out late.

Girl- Nothing's gonna happen to me, 'kay. I'm a big girl, I can take care of myself you know.

Boy- Sure you can, but that doesn't mean that you'll live 'til tomorrow.

Girl- Quit worring about me. You were with me the whole time and so was Riley. Is that what happens when your 15, you get old, and start worring.

Boy- No that's what happens when you've known you all of your life.

Girl- You can go home now, you know.

Boy- No I can't.

Girl- Why, you think some psychopath is in here waiting to kill me.

Boy- No

Girl- Then what.

Boy- You have my keys.

Girl- Here you go now bye.

Boy- Bye

There's a clink of keys hitting the counter top in the kitchen. Then the footsteps sound as if the girl is walking towards the bedroom. The girl walks into the bedroom without even noticing Manny. She is wearing hot pink sweat pants and a black tank top. Her skin is a little bit darker than Manny's and she has medium brown hair.

That must be Cheya. Interesting kinda person.

Manny- Hey

The girl jumps and turns around to see Manny sitting on the bed on the other side of the room.

Girl- What the ...., oh, don't ever do that again. You must be that pregnant chick.

Manny- Umm....yeah, but I prefer Manny.

Girl- Oh sorry Manny, I'm Cheya in case you couldn't guess.

Manny- I kind of assumed.

Cheya- So, where are you from.

Manny- Toronto, didn't your mom tell you?

Cheya- Probably, but I don't listen very well. Toronto is a nice town. Way better than this little town.

Manny- How small is this place anyways.

Cheya- 13,000 something, its pretty small. At least compared to Toronto. You should have fun at school tomorrow.

Manny- Why?

Cheya- Well, good ole principal Baldy is tons of fun.

Manny- Baldy?

Cheya- Yeah, he's bald, and this is just a tip. Don't call him that. He doesn't like it too much.

Manny- Ok, thanks. So, who were you talking to before?

Cheya- Huh? Oh, you mean him. That's Jake Kelley, my, our next door neighbor. He's just a knock away. No, really, he's just a knock away.

Cheya walks over and knocks on wall. Manny hears a knock back.

Wow, these walls must be thin.

Cheya- See

Manny- These walls can't be too thick

Cheya- Well, not this one anyway. I can introduce you to him after you to him after your school tour tomorrow.

Manny- Why can't you just introduce me to him during the tour

Cheya- 'Cause Baldy would never let me give a school tour if I was the last person at that school.

Manny- Why not?

Cheya- He picks "good" students to do the school tours for the new kids.

Manny- I take it that's not you.

Cheya- Definitely not! I should give tours though. I know that school better than anyone else, especially Baldy's office.

Manny- Maybe you could convince him to let you give office tours.

Cheya- He'd say I'm in there too much as it is. Then he'd try to get me to join the school newspaper or something school spirity

Manny- I use to be on the spirit squad at my old school.

Cheya- Your school probably had a reason to support school activities, like actually winning.

Manny- Yeah, our school teams were pretty good.

Cheya- Well, ours aren't, just a fore warning. In case you even think about joining our spirit squad.

Manny- You call yours spirit squad too.

Cheya- I don't even know if we have one.