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Reaching Out to Chrysti

Short story By: Emmi987

Emma Lee has one New Years resolution. Reach out and make a friend. And she knows just who to befriend...

Submitted:Jan 3, 2011    Reads: 122    Comments: 7    Likes: 3   

Emma's mouth was in a straight line at the moment. School. Summer was boring, but it's possible that school may be just as boring.

She looked at her physical education clothes. It was the same as last year. That's why she didn't need to buy any new clothes. Or at least P.E clothes.

Emma was in the locker room, and she had chosen a locker near a girl named Chrysti's locker.

Emma had occasionally spoken to Chrysti the year before, because she was in Mr. B's class the previous year.

"Hi," Emma said with a smile to Chrysti later in the exercise room. The unit their class was doing was a short one, and required no tests, just participation.

Chrysti smiled and lifted her hand in a hello.

Emma literally marveled at Chrysti's smile. The girl had barely smiled before. But Chrysti's blue eyes lit up and her lips were in a smile.

Chrysti almost never talked. She never spoke unless she was spoken to. She had blond hair and blue eyes and was about the same age as Emma, age 13. She had long nails and was pretty if she smiled. Not that she wasn't pretty at all. Just that she was a bit prettier if she smiled.

Emma, on the other hand, was the same as the next girl. She had brown auburn hair and brown eyes. She was almost as quiet as Chrysti at times, though.

The next day, they were partners in the exercising thing. They had to switch off every time the timer buzzed, and changed to the next station the second time.

Emma exchanged a few words with Chrysti the next day, asking her a couple of questions about herself. Occasionally she commented on the activity that day.

Two weeks passed, and Emma was still talking to Chrysti. When Chrysti replied, you had to strain to hear it; she spoke so quiet.

"Do you like sports?" Emma asked.

"Kind of," Chrysti replied quietly.

"What sport do you like to play?"

"Basketball," Chrysti replied quietly.

Every day, Emma said, "How are you?"

And every day, Chrysti would say, "Good."

"How long have you been playing your instrument?" Emma asked in the locker room, gesturing to the small case Chrysti was carrying.

"Four years."

"Oh, cool," Emma said. "I've been playing an instrument for four years too. I play violin."

"Do you like this activity?" Emma asked Chrysti.

Chrysti smiled and nodded.

"Me too," Emma said.

Occasionally, Emma asked, "So, are you doing anything this weekend?"

Chrysti would reply that she wasn't really doing anything, or that she was playing in band this weekend for a football game, or something.

A couple of months later, Emma found Chrysti on Facebook and added her. Her sister too.

Chrysti was an identical twin. Her twin's name was Em. Occasionally, outside of the classroom, Emma spoke to Em. She had no classes with her.

What Emma wanted to do this year was make a new friend with somebody. It's only been three months, and she already accomplished that.

She had reached out to Chrysti.




