[1] All Over Again

"Emily! Come down here! The boys have missed you!" Jackson shouted from downstairs.

I lazily got up from the comfort of my bed, adjusting my clothes. I barely knew the boys. They were always such bullies anyway. They would make fun of me when I was younger for being a little chubby and short.

It's been about 10 years since I've seen them. I'm 19 now and I'm still afraid of what they might think of me.

I walked down the stairs and entered the kitchen, where I had inferred for them to be. "Woah. Emily. Puberty hit you."

I looked up to see the boys. They don't look as horrific as I had remembered.