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eight.
I stand on my front lawn, watching Aiden load her bags into the beat up old van. She stops to look up at me. We stare at each other for a moment before she finishes loading her bags. I walk over to her.
“You can still come!” Ali yells from the passenger window. I shrug.
“I hope you have fun.” I say to Aiden. She shuts the trunk and crosses her arms.
“Yeah, I will.” She says plainly. We both look at the ground. “Look, I have to go. I’ll keep in touch.” She says with a slight smile ad touches my arm. “Bye.” She walks away and gives a small wave. I wave back, and watch as they drive away.
Finally.
“You can still come!” Ali yells from the passenger window. I shrug.
“I hope you have fun.” I say to Aiden. She shuts the trunk and crosses her arms.
“Yeah, I will.” She says plainly. We both look at the ground. “Look, I have to go. I’ll keep in touch.” She says with a slight smile ad touches my arm. “Bye.” She walks away and gives a small wave. I wave back, and watch as they drive away.
Finally.