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Flashback #Uno:
"Hey, look! There's a nice looking little girl over there!" My mom cried, well, in a good way. At 7 years  old, I had moved 11 times in my life. Talk about hard. I looked at the girl next door, about my age, but much taller. I walked over to where she was sitting on her lawn, reading the first Harry Potter. Wow, smart girl.
"Um, hi." I said in a small voice, sitting next to her.
"Hi!" She answered sweetly. "I'm Elizabeth, but you can call me Betsy. Did you move in next door?" I nodded.
"My name is Emma..." I said, hesitantly. SHe smiled.
"Wanna play inside?" She asked, looking to were her mom was watering plants.
"I gotta ask my mum." I said, looking back at my mom, who was sitting on the porch. You see, my dad died a few years ago in a car crash, so its just been me and my mom. I got up and ran over to her.
"Uh, Betsy asked me if I wanted to play, is that alright?" I asked, stuffing my hands in my pockets.
"Sure, honey. Go ahead! I'll talk to her mom." My mom smiled. I nodded and ran back over to Betsy, where we grasped hands and ran inside her house to play hide and seek and eat popsicles to melt the summer heat.

Flashback #Deux:
Betsy and I were now 12 years old and sitting on my porch drinking Kool-aid. Again, the summer heat beat down on my tan skin (Im part Cherokee Indian) making it even tanner. It made Betsy's long blond hair gleam. We looked silently across the street. The "For Sale" sign that had been there forever now was covered with a "Sold" sticker and there was a moving van in the drive way, and there were men carrying boxes out. Suddenly, a black Volvo pulled up next to the house on the street. I looked at Betsy and raised my eyebrows.
"I wonder if they have kids," Betsy pondered. I shrugged and we kept watching. I woman with dark, curly hair climbed out of the car, and then opened the door for an eight or nine year old boy and a boy who looked about our age. Yet another boy climbed out of the front seat, though he looked about 14. They looked over at us and smiled. I waved. The eldest waved back.
"Girls, why don't you say hi?" My mom suggested, tapping our shoulders. We nodded and put on flip-flops over our painted toes. I gripped Betsy's hand as we wondered across the street. The family had gone inside, so we knocked on the door. The mom answered it.
"Hello girls!" She greeted us brightly.
"Hi," We mumbled at the same time.
"Uh, my mom said that we should come and introduce ourselves, I'm Emma.." I said.
"...And I'm Betsy." Betsy finished.
"Well, it's very nice to meet you! I'm Denise Jonas, and these," She said, retreating into the house and coming back with 3 boys, "are my sons, Nick, who is 9," She patted the youngest's head, "and this," she hugged the boy our age, "is Joe, he's 12, and this," she squeezed the eldest boy shoulder, "is Kevin, he's 14. We also have a younger boy, Frankie, who is one. How old are you two?" I looked at Betsy.
"We're both twelve." Betsy explained. Denise's face lit up.
"Oh that is wonderful! You two, Joe and Kevin will be the best of friends!" She gushed.
"What about me?" Nick whined. I smiled down at him.
"I'll be your friend," I said softly. He smiled back.
"Thank you." He said politly.

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Chapter One.
"EMMAA!" I heard a familiar voice scream as he ran up the stairs. Here he comes...
Well, our ages are now 18, and it is the day of our 6-year best-friend-aversery. Yeah, our personalities and looks have changed, but our friendly love has stayed the same. I was going to be homeschooled for college with Betsy and Joe, though I was lagging behind in Calculus. Ick. As for our personalities? Both me and Betsy are now much less shy, and we are very random and spontanious. Practically like girl versions of Joe. Maybe me rubbed off on us. Looks? My light brown hair was now rib-cage length with random purple highlights in it. I now had contacts, and sometimes glasses. I was a skater girl, the one you would love if you got to be her best friend, but she would hate you if you got on her bad side. But that rarely happened. I wore Volcom, Zoo York, Converse and Vans, army hats, vests, etc. Betsy however wore awesome jackets, Converse and many other things like me, but more colorful. Her hair was still that beautiful shade of blonde; for I wouldn't let her dye it.
Now, back to the story:
"Emma! Come on!" Joe screamed as he jumped onto my bed with me, after saying 'Good Morning' to my hamster, Hallie.
"Go away!" I squealed, hitting him with a pillow.
"Oh! It's on!" He laughed, hitting my back with another pillow. I sat up and laughed with him as we hit eachother with pillows. Once all my pillows were destroyed, he went to my dresser and got out an outfit for me to wear that hot, summer day.
"How 'bout," He said in a girlie voice, pulling things out as he went, "This white 'Love not War' tshirt with these jean capris, and these black Vans slipons!" I sat on the corner of my bed with one eyebrow raised, watching this scene.
"Wow, Joe. You should go into fashion!" I said sarcasticly, rolling my eyes. He took off his shirt and put on one of my tshirts, though it was painfully small.
"Arn't I beautiful?" He asked in a low, fake-flirty voice.
"Uh.. no." I laughed. And since we were used to seeing eachother's bare skin, I took off my own shirt, but I was wearing a wifebeater underneith, and slipped on his shirt.
"Any better?" I asked, pulling at the purple shirt.
"Oh, it is sooo you, darling." He said in another girlie voice. I curtsied.
"May I now get dressed?" I asked formally.
"If I can have my shirt back," he scoffed. I rolled my eyes and pulled off the shirt. He took off the shirt he was wearing and threw it in my dirty clothes pile, then putting on his own shirt. He blinked and sat on my bed.
"You can go now," I suggested, pointing to the door.
"No, I think I'll just---"
"NOW, Joe." I laughed, pushing him out the door and shutting it in his face. I walked back to my bed and slipped on everything joe had layed out, plus a string of black beads and black hoop earrings. Then I walked into my (very own) bathroom and stood in front of the mirror. I grabbed my spray bottle and wet my hair; I ran a comb through the long, tangled mess. Once it was straight, I pulled it into a ponytail on the back of my head. Once I lined my eyes with black eyeliner, I ran downstairs and saw Joe sitting at the dining table babbling to my mom about something.
"Good morning, sweetie." She said, kissing my cheek and walking to the kitchen.
"So? Are we going?" I asked.
"Going.. where?" He asked, a fake confused look spreading across his face. I rolled my eyes.
"To your house so that we can celebrate mine, yours, Betsy's, Kevin's, and Nick's friend-aversery?" I said, as-a-matter-of-factly. His face lit up.
"Let's go!" He cried, and he grabbed my hand as we ran outside to his house.

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that chapter was soo cute !!! oh gosh Joe rubbed off on her that can't be good PLZ POST MORE!!!!

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