chap. 4 slayy fourth chapter and I still don't know what to call this series !! Also, i feel like I'm posting this series wayyy too fast First: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/811375357/ Next: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/817762602/ ___________________________________________ "Okay, okay. I'll go first" Conner says. He already put the biscuits in the oven, so he came over to where we're all sitting. He has to stand up though, there aren't enough chairs. "Uhm, My name is Conner, as you guys know. I am 12 and a half." Everyone claps and he bows. "Okay, Conner. Now you pick someone else to ask questions." He points to the girl who looks about my age. She stands up. "My name is Logan. I know it's a boy name, but I just got attached to it. Don't remember where it came from, but it's a really cute name! I am 12 and, Oh! And also, my closest," She elbows Conner. "Friends call me Lo. Just wanted you guys to know." She smiles and sits down. "Wait- so are you saying WE aren't your best friends?" Asks the boy making the mash potatoes. We all, including me, burst out laughing. “No, no. It’s not that- you all are my best friends!” Logan says between laughs. “It’s just that our new friend here has to get to know me before I can let them call me Lo. And speaking of new friend, why don’t you go next? Tell us about yourself!” Uh oh. Everyone’s looking at me. I freeze up and my knuckles turn white because of how hard I’m holding my book. “If they don’t want to share JUST yet, I’ll go,” the potatoes boy says. I glance over at him and he smiles a bit. “Well, I’m Simeon. I’m 12 and a half.” I look at my book as everyone claps. I don’t know if Conner has been the nicest to me since I’ve gotten here, or Simeon. “Okay,” I say, finally finding my voice. “Uh, I’m Hope. I’m actually not sure how old I am.” My voice drifts off. “Wait.. how do you not know how old you are?” Logan asks. “Well, I was kind of left by my.. parents when I was barely old enough to walk, someone found me on the streets and took me to..” I gesture to the room. “A house. By the time I was three I knew I would have to be changing houses more often. One of my foster mothers, and one of my favorites out of many, suggested that we just use the beginning or end of the year. Another one asked me what my favorite season is, I said fall, and she suggested it could be the beginnings of October.” I laugh. “About a week after she said that, Miss Taylor came to pick me up.” Logan looks at Conner, Conner looks at Simeon and Simeon looks at me. “I- I’m really sorry.” Logan starts. “For, y’know, bringing it up.” I manage to smile. “It’s okay. I feel better when I let it out, anyway.”
