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Stepping in lightly, I discreetly scanned Mrs Anderson's home , it had a warm feel to it, the nature, paintings decorated the wall in an elegant way.

An intricate bronze sculpture which depicted African culture easily caught my attention.

"Woah! Such a beautiful piece of work." My hands tracing the curves of the masterpiece.

"Ah! Looks like someone has a great taste as I am." Mrs Anderson beamed in delight, nudging my mom. "I got that sculpture on one of my trips to the western part of Africa."

°Western part of Africa° I echoed in my head, thinking of possible places that could be.

"Where is that?" Curiosity getting the best of me.

"Hmm," She tried jogging her memory, "Got it! That would be Nigeria."

"Oh!" I nodded my head, I never really gave a thought in that direction.

"Let's move on, shall we?" Mrs Anderson suggested.

"Sure." My mom and I said in unison.

Observing the careful arrangement of the furniture, the well planned color combinations of the wall, it almost had a hotel feel to it, it reminded me of our previous home.

°A cold reminder of our previous lifes°

A voice pulled me back to reality, which had an awfully familiar tune to it: "Mooooom! I can't seem to find my belt." The voice bellowed from up the stairs.

"Check the lower drawer honey!!" Mrs Anderson yelled back.

"Thanks mom."

°I see, that's the son mom was talking about°

There were still some unfinished business with the paintings that needed my attention.

Whispering into my mom's ear: "Mom, could I take a look at the paintings back there?"

"Sure, but don't stay too long." She whispered back.

"Take as much time you want to have some bonding time with your new found friend." I threw a wink her way, grabbing hold of some cookies.

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I glanced over the beautiful paintings on a canvas, the beautiful scenery with waterfalls.

°Spectacular° I stuffed a cookie into my mouth.

Gliding over to the next painting, it was a painting none other than then their family photo, they all looked way younger in the painting.

Mr & Mrs Anderson had a broad smile plastered on their face, with their children, the last son still a cute infant.

°This should be him when he was younger° I chuckled at the drool and the diapers which were not exception to the artist keen eyes.

But there was something about the smile on the baby's face that got me looking intently at it.

Then the said son just happened to snake right to my side: "Hey, I do look cute in that picture right?, I seemed to be the only one camera ready." He said with a slight chuckle.

°No... No, that voice!° I shut my eye in denial at first.

I turned slowly to my side, opening my eyes, I was met with the moron of today.

°Why isn't this amazing!° I laughed Intently.

°My life just had to be hung up this way Huh? My mom friends with this... this Agh! and we are neighbors; sweet!° Internally slapping myself to wake up if I'm dreaming.

°Put on a smile, don't let me catch up on what's going on°

My lips battling my will to smile.

"Let's try this again from the beginning, Hi I'm Adams Anderson nice to meet you." He offered his hand again to me.

°Take his hand in a shake, Katie!° I looked on at the hand stretched out before me.

"Katie Brooks." I replied reluctantly, shaking his hand.

"Guess what?" He beamed in excitement, "Our mothers are going to be besties at this point, and what do you know? You live next door, cool." He said trying to start up a conversation.

°Blah... blah... blah° I rolled my eyes, I would not be caught in this imaginary world that would all be gone in a blink of an eye.

All I could show as an answer was a grunt as he talked.

Ruffling his raven black hair, he gave a nervous laugh at my indifferent attitude to his effort to be friendly.

°Probably a year or two older than me, hmm he seems to work out° I took a quick scan at his build up

"Do you work out." I internally screamed as the words unintentionally fell from my lips.

"Uh... No?" He replied confused, looking down momentarily, he pulled on his black turtleneck shirt, clearly self conscious. "I knew I made a wrong choice of clothing." He said under his breath.

"No, it's fine." I panicked at causing a confusion.

"Pardon my slip, I don't know what came over me."

°If Jason wasn't in the picture I might have given Adams a shot° I did a double take at my insanely constructed thoughts.

°I need to be out of here soon. Why do I keep thinking of these two? I got to get one out of my mind soon°

"What's wrong?" Adams had a worried look in his eyes, noticing my internal struggle.

"It's nothing." I forced a smile.

In other to stir the conversation, I began: "What would you like studying in College?" I asked out of the blues.

"Robotics and how about you?" he plainly said, throwing the question back at me.

°Hey! I asked first! Think of something else moron°

Grudgingly replying: "Arts, Graphical Art, I love Art in general, it's a means of expressing my inner feeling about things and people in general, it well defines me, the mixture of colors, design, patterns..." I paused momentarily breaking out of the spell, noticing I just blabbed more than I was asked.

"Wow, that's a wonderful aspiration." He said, trying to cover up the tension building up in the air.

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"Katie... Adams..." Called our mothers respectively

"Wow..."

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>>>So what do you think can relate to "Wow" in this scene ?<<<

>>>And who could have said it? <<<