It had been two months since the move. Two short summer months. During these months, I became acquaintances to Wade R. Walker, who I shouted snide comments with him returning with his own, and founded a new friendship with Mina Tekvo, who had become a very close friend. I never said it aloud, but I felt as if Mina had replaced my friend back in Maine. I started to take more walks with her instead of begging Mum to let me take the car to meet up with my friend. In all honesty, I think I started to change for the better thanks to Mina. I stopped constantly saying I hated North America, and I started being more resourceful with my time, jugg
“Here. It’s yours, anyways. I just told you when you were younger that you would grow into it, hence the tape,” my mum said, the jewel flashing in light.
“Thanks,” I mumbled, wanting money more than some ring.
Mum tore off the tape and handed me my present. “It’s your birthstone: emerald. Take care of it.”
I placed it on my right ring finger, and looked at it, if only so Mum wouldn’t think I hated it. Mum hugged me, wishing me a late happy birthday and apologizing. I didn’t ask what the apology was for, as we were moving today, and said it was no problem.
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