possibly the One they Call Ava Chapter 3:pt 2

by WESTIE in Maryland

sorry I got tired and had to stop so I'm gonna start where I left off

"What's your name anyway?" the boy asked her. "Oh, I'm Ava Irish," she said cheerfully. "What's yours?" "Oh, Emery Stone," he answered. "Oh...How old are you?" Ava asked. "16" Emery said proudly. "Oh...I'm 15," she murmured. "There's not a lot we have in common, huh?" he said. Ava laughed nervously.

After awhile, the two were chatting like old friends and when they reached Emery';s house he made hot cocoa and they sat and talked some more.  And finally, Ava knew how it felt to have a real friend.

Celia had her face pressed against the cold window pane, praying that Ava would notice how dangerous the world was and come running home.  But Ava hadn't come back. And Celia had a sinking feeling that Ava would never come back. Celia sat like that not eating and only getting up to use the bathroom. Finally Claire snapped, yanking her older sister away from the window. "Celia! She's 15! Get over it! She can fend for herself! If you're so troubled go find her!" Claire said, knowing all to well that Ava was not okay.  "I-I-I can't!" Celia sobbed, helples in Claire's grip. Claire let go of her sister. "that murder was 15 years ago, Cele! That kid has probably forgotten us by now!" Claire snarled. "But, but-" Celia began. "Fine! Be a coward," Claire yelled "Maybe that's why she left!"