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sarahkbarrett 
You know, maybe it was good not having friends anymore. They couldn't hold you back with expectations, right? Maybe now that Ellie's friendships had dissipated from one ounce of drama, she could completely change. Do something way out of the ordinary that changed her personality. Be a new person. Make new friends. It was an intriguing idea anyway. She could become Miss Popular. Dye her hair blonde again and wear pink all the time.... Ellie shuddered. No, never again will she dye her hair blonde. Worst mistake of her life. And pink was a disgusting color. Scratch Miss Popular.
Ellie sighed. Maybe she should just become a circus worker or something. Drop out of school and throw enflamed swords at people. Hm, not bad... Erm. No, never mind. Maybe being Ellie was all that she could do. She was good at it, at least.
Jerked out of her train of thought, her eyes were led to a figure who appeared next to her. She saw a somewhat awkward looking boy sitting next to her. Well, not quite next to her. Rather far away, on the edge of the bench. She saw him pull his cuffs down. "Hi. Stranger." Ellie said with a monotone voice. And.. the weather. Small talk, huh? Well, she didn't really mind that much. He was being friendly and she actually appreciated it. Ellie realized that she probably wouldn't survive living alone for the rest of her life. Even if it was just some random guy talking about the weather.
"Er, yeah. I guess it's kinda nice out." She looked up. It was actually kind of cloudy, but whatever. It wasn't raining at least. And for conversations sake: "I don't think I've seen you around before. And you have an American accent, so I'm guessing you're new?" She gestured with a faint smile.
Feeling quite relieved that the pretty stranger hadn't brushed him off like an annoying, curly-haired insect, Theodore's white-toothed smile widened. Maybe this whole business of initiating introductions with strangers, rather than waiting to be approached, wasn't too bad after all. Speaking to him seemed to lightened the dark look that had previously occupied the girl's face, which was an improvement. "Oh, yeah," He folded his hands on his lap, the toe of one of his trainers digging into a small patch of weed in the ground. "I'm from New York, so everything here's a bit... different."
Even though he
was half-English, living in a different country for nearly the entirety of one's life could really distance one from their roots. "Oh," He chirped rather quickly, adding, "Different in a good way. It's much less crowded and... people seem to be much nicer." Theodore knew he sounded like an uneducated pre-teen, but what more could he say? It wouldn't be polite conversation to bring up the things in British culture that, for the moment, weirded him out.
"I'm... Theo." Sticking a friendly hand in her direction, he already felt like a different person. Since when had he introduced himself by his nickname? That Braeden kid had been rubbing off on him.