At First Glance <3

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At First Glance (The Girl I Knew) Amelia Stone, 14 “COWABUNGAAAAAAAAAAAA” “Mimi, oh my god how are you the teenager?” “How are you twelve, you talk like you’re eighty. Now get up.” I said as I practically dragged her out of bed. “Come on,” she groaned, “why was I cursed with an early bird sister.” Dad’s voice came from outside, “Are the filles ready?” “Yes, sir! Eh, well one of us is.” “Nuh uh, make it two, let’s go.” Somehow she was up and ready. In two minutes. Magic much? We both walked out together, “Also, Dad, me and Livvie are gonna go check out the lake and be back soon, okay?” When I tell you he was left flabbergasted, “Okay, no? Also, Mimi, we have the—” “Sorry, can’t hear you, be back in ten, Au revoir!” And slam went the door. “Stay together kids, and take care of each other!” Dad’s voice boomed, even through the door. “Stay together, take care, got it, bye!” I giggled as Livvie murmured something. But she ran off before I could ask. “LAST TO REACH THE LAKE IS A ROTTEN EGG.” Wait what? What just—huh? Run, Amelia, run. Yep, yep, running! “You little—just you wait, I’m catching up.” She was already miles ahead of me. “Overconfidence is the death of humanity, Amelia.” I froze. What? “What??” Livvie was cackling, “I don’t know.” Keep going. Stay together. “Livvie?” “Yeah?” Too far, she was way too far. “Stay together!” “Oh yeah. I’m already at the lake, though. Come fast!” “Yep!” I was panting by the time I reached the lake. Livvie didn’t look up as she patted the spot on the grass beside her, still throwing pebbles into the lake. “It’s so pretty.” “Right? It’s like one big mirror,” her voice was laced with the same awe as mine. I shifted uncomfortably, “But the grass is so wet, pretty sure Dad said it rained yesterday.” “Wait, it’s wet…shitshitshitshit.” Yeah, Livvie did not like wet grass. “My pants!” “Eh?” “Mimi, my pants are white,” she sprung up like the ground burned her, “Is it green?” “Mmm, yeah, pretty sure the grass is green—” “Amelia, come on!” “—but yeah your pants are so green.” Livvie threw her hands up, “Imma change, I’ll be back in a minute. Don’t go anywhere.” “Won’t.” I didn’t mention, however, that it’s been way over ten and neither of our dads were letting her out of the house again. Stay together. Oops.. I looked down at the lake again, staring at the sky through it. But mostly, I stared at my gorg face. Stop, okay, that’s terrible, I’m so sorry for that. I smiled at my reflection, and she smiled back. (Because obviously?). I tilted my head. She tilted hers. She waved, and I waved back. Wait, what? Did that just—she—what? “Hello?” I scrambled to my feet. “Livvie!” I shrieked as I turned away from the lake. “Come check this out!”