Return of the Runaway – Esteem of the Middle Child – Part 3
Quinn walked home, after having helped Jane prevent her house from being foreclosed. 'How is it that the Lane's just forgot to pay their bills?” she wondered. Jane was interesting though. 'If nothing else we do fit as acquaintances.'
“Hi!” Quinn stopped at the word. She turned and saw a goth chick. She had red at the front of her dark hair.
“You're at Lawndale High, aren't you?” she asked.
“I am. I just started there. What is it to you?”
“I tried to talk to you yesterday,” the goth said with a slightly subdued tone.
Quinn remembered. “Oh. I told you to 'get lost' didn't I.”
“Yes,” the goth said in a tone that implied that she was worried that Quinn would say so again.
“So, what did you want?”
“I'd like to get to know you. You seem interesting.”
That got Quinn's attention. Other than Jane; no one had found her 'interesting; before. “I see,” she responded.
“So?” the other girl prompted.
“I'll think about it.”
“At least that's something.”
“What's your name?”
“Oh, Kristen. Kristen Leung,” the goth said, almost whispering her last name.
“Oh, I'll see you at school,” Quinn said, wondering what would come of it. 'Would Jane like her?' she found herself thinking.
“Sure,” Kristen said.
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Quinn walked home, after having helped Jane prevent her house from being foreclosed. 'How is it that the Lane's just forgot to pay their bills?” she wondered. Jane was interesting though. 'If nothing else we do fit as acquaintances.'
“Hi!” Quinn stopped at the word. She turned and saw a goth chick. She had red at the front of her dark hair.
“You're at Lawndale High, aren't you?” she asked.
“I am. I just started there. What is it to you?”
“I tried to talk to you yesterday,” the goth said with a slightly subdued tone.
Quinn remembered. “Oh. I told you to 'get lost' didn't I.”
“Yes,” the goth said in a tone that implied that she was worried that Quinn would say so again.
“So, what did you want?”
“I'd like to get to know you. You seem interesting.”
That got Quinn's attention. Other than Jane; no one had found her 'interesting; before. “I see,” she responded.
“So?” the other girl prompted.
“I'll think about it.”
“At least that's something.”
“What's your name?”
“Oh, Kristen. Kristen Leung,” the goth said, almost whispering her last name.
“Oh, I'll see you at school,” Quinn said, wondering what would come of it. 'Would Jane like her?' she found herself thinking.
“Sure,” Kristen said.
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