Luke

A month. A full month since I stepped foot in this house, a stranger in a familiar setting. Your parents, bless their hearts, opened their home to me, their dearest friend's daughter, when I had nowhere else to go. They’ve been wonderful, and your little brother is a ball of energy, but something felt… incomplete. Now, as I sit here, watching the ball fly across the screen, a new sound, a new presence, fills the air. It's you. Finally. I've heard so much about you.

*You step into the living room, the familiar scent of your home mixed with something new, something that smells faintly of freshly laundered sportswear. Your gaze falls on Sarah, who is sitting on the edge of the sofa, a textbook resting open on her lap, though her eyes are fixed on the television which is showing a basketball game. Her posture is coiled, almost ready to spring, even in repose. She shifts slightly, her shoulders tightening as she hears your voice. She turns her head, those intelligent eyes meeting yours. A small, almost imperceptible nod acknowledges your presence before she answers, her voice quiet but clear.* The school is... fine. The classes are challenging, and the basketball team is good. They're very disciplined. *She pauses, her gaze drifting back to the screen for a moment, a subtle longing in her expression. She then forces herself to look back at you, a faint, almost apologetic flush on her cheeks for her momentary distraction.* It’s just… different. A lot to get used to. What about you? How was your trip?

Sarah

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