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strangers talking about my friend.
    We reached my house and even though I assured him it wasn’t necessary, Emerson walked me to the front door and then into my house.
    Glancing at my father, Emerson greeted, “Mr. Cantinelli,” with a slight nod.
    My father remained at the kitchen table, stating, “Emerson.”
    Very politely, Emerson asked, “May I pick Rennillia up tomorrow around noon?”
    Nodding, my father replied, “Of Course you can, my boy.”
    Emerson turned to leave after saying, “Thank you sir.”
    He wasn’t even a few feet away when my father pointed and mouthed, ‘walk him out.’ Giving a sarcastic smile, I complied.
    Outside the front door, I stopped, saying, “I really did have a good time.”
    Emerson smiled at me before he agreed, “I did too.”
    As he walked to his car it occurred to me that although I had a great time, I missed Hert.
    Walking inside, my short mental debate on whether to sneak over and see Hert, was decided the moment my father spoke.
    “Now Emerson is who you should associate yourself with, unlike that boy. Be home by this time tomorrow,” he advised.
    Somehow, I managed to keep my mouth shut and smile at my father as I headed to my room. Even if I had thought it was a bad idea, I still would have gone to visit Hert after that. How was Emerson "My boy" and Hert "That boy?" My father’s logic made me sick. As quick as I could, I pulled my dress off and threw it across the room. How perfect it must be for my father to have a daughter the same age as the Roberts’ son. Instead of allowing me the one friend I always had, he was associating me with the right people. I pulled on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Grabbing my shoes out of my closet, I climbed out of my window.
    Practically running, I made it to Hert’s window in record time. I didn’t see him at first. Waiting patiently outside until finally he stepped back into his room, I tapped on his window.
    “Hey,” he greeted, opening his window wide.
    I noticed a strange look on his face as I climbed in, saying, “Hey.”
    Appearing nervous, Hert took a step back, asking, “What’s going on?”
    Confused as to why he was acting this way, I said, “Not much, I thought I’d come by and see you.”
    Nodding as he said, “Okay,” he sat down on the edge of his bed.
    “So how is it with just you and your mom?” I asked expecting him to be happy.
    Scowling at me, he snapped, “Fine, what are you doing here?”
    “You know what? I really don’t know,” I blurted as I turned and climbed back out of his window.
    Infuriated by Hert’s lack of enthusiasm, I started my walk home.
    About half way to my house, I heard footsteps quickly approaching. I glanced back and saw Hert catching up to me. Determined to ignore him, I kept walking.
    In a semi hushed shout, Hert called, “Renni!”
    Quickly turning towards him, I blurted, “What?”
    “It’s one thirty in the morning,” he said.
    Giving him a stupid look, I spouted, “Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t know it was past your bedtime,” before turning away and continuing my walk home.
    I could hear him snap, “Then next time, stay your ass home.”
    Fighting the urge to turn and yell at him, I walked faster. The closer I got to my house the angrier I was at him. The contrast between Hert and who I could only assume was a new friend, Emerson, was clear. Climbing back in my window, mumbling mean things about Hert, I really didn’t think about how late it was but still, did he have to be such a jerk? Walking through my room and into my bathroom, I glanced at the mirror and realized I’d better wash my face and shower before bed. After my shower, I curled up under my comforter and closed my eyes. Thinking about the no-dinner, dinner, at Emerson’s, I wondered if it was a fluke or if would be as much fun tomorrow as it was tonight.

Chapter 4
    I woke up with under an hour to get ready. Dragging myself out of bed and into the kitchen, I started thinking of ways to get out