obviously uncomfortable. He shifted from foot to foot and looked away as he thought about what to say next. Kelly hoped this conversation wasn’t going to be repeated with every person she met.
Kelly tried to shrug it off, both to make him feel better and to change the subject. “Hey, we’re going to be neighbors, so of course you should know something about me. But I should know stuff about you, too.”
“I’m really boring. Ask anyone.”
“I doubt that.” There was something in his tone that touched Kelly and instinctively made her rush to defend him. “I’m not bored.”
“Yeah, but you’ve only known me about an hour.”
“Who’s to say that wasn’t the most exciting hour I’ve ever spent?” Kelly teased.
Scott looked at her and grinned. “Wow, that’s really sad.”
“ And you thought you were boring!”
Scott laughed out loud. They turned back to the task at hand and continued to open boxes. “This is all dishes, really old looking dishes . . . it says Mary on the side,” Scott said as he lifted out a fragile china plate.
“Th ey were my grandmother’s. I put a marker on the table by the door. Put that over there as the start of the keep pile for now,” Kelly ordered, pointing toward the front corner.
Scott complied and returned to open another box. “More dishes, but these have Betty on them.”
“My g reat-grandma,” Kelly told him. “ Keep pile.”
Scott marked the box and carried it over next the first one. Within a few minutes more of her grandmother and great-grandmother’s dishes were in the keep pile, and a couple boxes of kitchen utensils were in the sale pile.
“ Okay, you’re right,” Scott said.
“About what?”
“Here’s something about me. I’m kind of a geek which translates into not cool. I don’t have many friends in the neighborhood or school, but I’m okay with that. There are hundreds of things I’d rather do than just hang out with people who have nothing intelligent to say.”
“ What are some of the hundreds of things?”
“I read a lot and research . . . mostly on-line.”
“Anything special?”
“Yeah . . . history and technical stuff. I invent things . . . mostly cell phone apps and electronic stuff. How about you”
“ That’s a tough question. I used to go to the beach a lot, and I had a horse. That took up a lot of my time.”
“Horse wouldn’t work her e, would it?”
“Nope. I gave her to my best friend, Gina. She and I used to ride together, so I know Scarlett will be well taken care of.”
“That must be hard on you.”
“Yeah, it sucks. But I don’t have a lot of options, you know?” She busied herself looking through a box of clothes, then marked Mary’s Clothes on them and pushed them to the sale pile.
“ What grade are you going to be in?”
“My mom home schooled me, but I decided I wanted to go to public school in the fall. Every year I had to take an achievement test, and I tested out to senior level.”
Scott frowned. “I’m going to be a junior.”
“That’s great. I already told Aunt Jane I wanted to go in as a junior so I could have a couple of years to get ready for college. I’m sure there will be a lot of adjustments going to a public high school.”
“High school can be brutal. Not the classes, but the kids.”
Kelly had to admit she was a little intimidated by what sort of people she would be around every day. She’d seen the movies and TV shows about mean girls. That was something out of her range of experience. But she knew that it was part of the socialization process she needed to prepare her for college. Now, hopefully, she would be starting with a friend. The fact that Scott was a little geeky and not part of the popular crowd didn’t bother her at all. He was funny and sweet and cute in a taller Josh Hutcherson sort of way. And she felt comfortable around him.
“ Let’s look inside these big boxes