Adrienne did a double take when the door opened. The girls returned, laughing at some type of high note that Ally did.
According to Sara, Ally was a total silent, independent person. She looked like it too. She had silent gray-blue eyes that held many secrets of her past. She was the oldest of the girls, and the most independent. She wrote things in her notebook all day until vocal lessons. After vocal lessons she wrote in it again.
"Dinner time, girls!" shouted Kayla. "Spaghetti and meatballs! Come and get it!" Adrienne quietly walked to the dinning room, where each girl was presented with a meal.
Adrienne's dad couldn't cook. He tried once and almost burned the house to the ground. It had been a really long time since she had a real meal instead of take out.
Beside her was Ally, who was writing in her notebook. Adrienne caught a glance at what she was writing.
There's this new girl, Adrienne. She seems nice, but who am I to judge people? I can barely judge myself. Sara has already gotten to be friends with her. Sara's friends with everyone. Except me. I can always hope for the best.
Ally Hanson
Adrienne ate her spaghetti without saying a word. She liked that Ally thought so highly of her, but then again, she didn't ever ask to be friends, or even talk for that matter.
The next day proved she was aggressive though. The girls had to go outside and play basketball. When Ally was on court, she knocked Sara and Marianna down, but everyone could knock Marianna down, because she just stood there.
She made a goal each time that she had the ball in her hands.
Vocal lessons proved she was a good singer. She had a solo, and she belted out each note.
Academic classes proved she was a genius. She answered each question with the correct answer.
So why was the girl anti social? She had the talent, the smarts, and the skill.
Maybe no one liked her. Adrienne could be her friend. Ally could tutor her and teach her to sing better.
"Hi Ally." She said at lunch. "Is this seat taken?" She shook her head. She poked her fork in her salad.
She actually broke the silence. "No one ever sits with me. They think I'll bite their head off or something."
"Well, I like you. You seem really nice." Adrienne poked her ravioli with her fork.
"Can we be-." She paused and gulped. "friends?"
"Of course we can!"
They both smiled and laughed. It was the very first time in a while.