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I was excited because we had new neighbors and they had two kids! So far that was all I knew but I was still excited. Maybe they're both girls. I hope they like soccer and art. Those were my two favorite things.
"Clarke let's go! It's time for the cookout!"
The cookout was something our neighborhood did every time we got new neighbors. We hadn't had new neighbors in years! What if they're mean! What if they don't like me! WHAT IF THEY HATE ME! My excitement easily turned into nervousness, we didn't have many kids my age in the neighborhood. Only Finn and Echo, but they didn't like me. They said I talk too much. I don't think I talk too much. WHAT IF THE NEW NEIGHBORS THINK I TALK TOO MUCH! I know! I just won't talk at all!
"Clarke, come on!"
I rush to meet up with my parents, smiling big and grabbing their hands. We make it to the cookout and I go straight to my favorite spot, the fence. The fence was the tallest thing I've seen in the world! It's really big. I climb it awkwardly, straddling it once I make it to the top. I throw my left leg over the fence so I'm facing everyone.
I look around and spot a family coming through the glass doors. A pretty woman walks out with dark brown hair and eyes, noticing the slight bags underneath. Behind her is a girl around my age with the same hair and eyes and a perky nose. It takes a second for me to notice him, but next to the girl is a boy who looks a little bit older than me with shaggy dark brown hair and tan skin and freckles! So many freckles!
I look back over the family and decide to hop down to introduce myself. I climb down, struggling to reach my feet to the ground. I walk over to them and smile.
"Hi! My name is Clarke Griffin! I'm 8 years old! My mom is Abby Griffin and my dad is Jake Griffin." I point to Finn and Echo as I continue, "The kids over there are Finn and Echo, they're mean. They say I talk too much. I was nervous to meet you guys because I was afraid you'd think I talk too much so I decided not to talk at all." I say confidently.
The mom looks at me and laughs a little. My face scrunches up in confusion and she holds out a hand.
"Hello, Clarke. I'm Aurora Blake, and these are my children, Octavia and Bellamy."
I start to giggle at their names.
"What kind of names are those!"
"Well, what kind of name is Clarke!" The girl, Octavia, says, also giggling.
We both sit there laughing for a few minutes and I could already tell we'd be best friends.
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5 Years Later
"Bye O," I say wiping tears, "I'm gonna miss you a bunch!"
I turn to walk away but she grabs my wrist, stopping me.
"Wait! I got us a present."
She pulls out a box and I open it up, inside is a walkie-talkie.
"Octavia, you do realize there needs to be two."
"Duhhh, mine is in my room, I've been saving up since you told me you were moving."
I crash into her, squeezing her.
"Thanks, O, I'm really gonna miss you."
"I'm gonna miss you, too. We have to talk every day!"
I give her one last hug then run to my car, not looking back.
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3 Years Later, Octavia's POV
"Hey O, it's me, so Marcus is staying over again, I'm really scared it's gonna happen this time, he keeps looking at me and Abby isn't doing anything about it. Of course, why would she? Anyways, I just hope that you're listening to this because if something happens to me, you'll know what. I'm really scared, they're both really drunk. Abby passed out a couple of minutes ago which doesn't make me feel any better. If anything it gives Marcus the perfect opportunity to take advantage of me." I hear a knock and a chill runs down my spine, my heart racing, "He's here, I gotta go, please help me O, over and out."
I hear a door slam open and Clarke scream then the sound cuts off from her taking her finger off. I sit there and I cry, unable to control myself. I hug my pillow and feel something come up. I rush to the trash can in my room, feeling the vomit come up. I lay on my bed and cry, thinking of how I can help Clarke.