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After breakfast, Emma was in her room reading when her mother came in and said. “Emma, the new neighbors are moving in. We’re all going over there to visit.”
“Okay,” Emma said as she started getting ready. Emma was actually quite excited. The prospect of new neighbors meant one thing for Emma: A new kid on the street to play with. Hopefully the new neighbors had at least one girl relatively close to her age.
Emma and her family headed next door. They passed the massive trucks and stopped at the wide open front door, where there was no one around.
From the door, Emma’s parents admired their nice furniture, then walked in to look around.
“Is this trespassing?” Emma asked.
“Not on moving day,” her father said.
“Hello!” a voice said, followed by the appearance of a woman. She wasn’t dressed to receive guests, but rather in sweats and a ponytail, with a preschool aged boy tugging on her leg.
“Hi,” Emma’s mom said, “We’re from next door. Just wanted to come say hello.”
“Well, I’m Lois,” The woman said, “And this little guy is Henry. Come on into the den, my husband should be in there.”
Lois led them down the hall and into the den. Emma’s father hit it off with Walter, Lois’s husband. Emma didn’t bother paying attention to any of their conversation. She was too preoccupied with why the room was called a “den” when it was just a room.
Suddenly, Emma turned at the sound of running and laughing. She thought she was about to meet someone her age.
The kids stopped right by the den, and Emma realized that they were far from her age.
“This is Chloe and Brigham,” Lois introduced her two teenagers to the Shepards. After the kids walked off, Emma gave up on the chance of meeting someone her age.
“Anne, lemme show you the kitchen,” Lois said, and soon Emma was left alone in a hall in the house. She looked around.
Emma wandered toward what she thought was the kitchen, but found herself in a living room, and then a garage, and somehow in a completely different living room.
Emma wondered why this house had so many living rooms. She found herself at the front door again, and examined the shoes that were so neatly lined up by the door. There were two pairs of adults, two for teenagers, and even a set of baby shoes.
But more interestingly, there was a pair that looked too old to be a baby’s, and two immature to belong to a teenager. Emma put her own foot down next to them, and figured she could probably fit in them.
Before she even formulated the thought, she heard a voice say, “Hello, there.”
Emma turned around and saw a girl, about her age, maybe a year or two older, with long orange hair and an incredibly nice-looking smile.
“I’m Susie,” she said.
“Okay,” Emma said as she started getting ready. Emma was actually quite excited. The prospect of new neighbors meant one thing for Emma: A new kid on the street to play with. Hopefully the new neighbors had at least one girl relatively close to her age.
Emma and her family headed next door. They passed the massive trucks and stopped at the wide open front door, where there was no one around.
From the door, Emma’s parents admired their nice furniture, then walked in to look around.
“Is this trespassing?” Emma asked.
“Not on moving day,” her father said.
“Hello!” a voice said, followed by the appearance of a woman. She wasn’t dressed to receive guests, but rather in sweats and a ponytail, with a preschool aged boy tugging on her leg.
“Hi,” Emma’s mom said, “We’re from next door. Just wanted to come say hello.”
“Well, I’m Lois,” The woman said, “And this little guy is Henry. Come on into the den, my husband should be in there.”
Lois led them down the hall and into the den. Emma’s father hit it off with Walter, Lois’s husband. Emma didn’t bother paying attention to any of their conversation. She was too preoccupied with why the room was called a “den” when it was just a room.
Suddenly, Emma turned at the sound of running and laughing. She thought she was about to meet someone her age.
The kids stopped right by the den, and Emma realized that they were far from her age.
“This is Chloe and Brigham,” Lois introduced her two teenagers to the Shepards. After the kids walked off, Emma gave up on the chance of meeting someone her age.
“Anne, lemme show you the kitchen,” Lois said, and soon Emma was left alone in a hall in the house. She looked around.
Emma wandered toward what she thought was the kitchen, but found herself in a living room, and then a garage, and somehow in a completely different living room.
Emma wondered why this house had so many living rooms. She found herself at the front door again, and examined the shoes that were so neatly lined up by the door. There were two pairs of adults, two for teenagers, and even a set of baby shoes.
But more interestingly, there was a pair that looked too old to be a baby’s, and two immature to belong to a teenager. Emma put her own foot down next to them, and figured she could probably fit in them.
Before she even formulated the thought, she heard a voice say, “Hello, there.”
Emma turned around and saw a girl, about her age, maybe a year or two older, with long orange hair and an incredibly nice-looking smile.
“I’m Susie,” she said.
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"Did you sleep well last night?" she asked.
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