I start to unpack some of the living room items. Let's see... a lamp, a tv remote, cushions, and pictures. I am pretty sure where to put all these items. After an hour of unpacking and placing, I hear the doorbell ring. I look through the peep hole, and see the person I love most in the world standing on the porch. I excitingly swing open the door and elope the person in a huge hug.

"Jazzy!" I laugh into her shoulder.

"It's been way too long, Kyra!" She yells happily. I break the hug. Jazzy sure looked different from what I remembered her. Instead of short, silky black hair, she had jumbo curls, and her face was dusted with make-up. I will admit that I was jealous of her beauty. Compared to her, I look like a dried up pickle.

"Wow! You look so different, Kyra!" She says. I laugh and lead her into the house.

"Wow, you sure do have a lot of moving  boxes," Jazzy mumbles. We walk up the stairs and carefully walk into my room, making sure not to trip on any boxes. Once we reach my bedroom, we sort out different items: one pile filled with clothes, another filled with pictures, one filled with decor, and a pile dedicated to shoes. Then we begin to decorate.
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Soon, an hour has gone by, and we were almost finished with my room. Jazzy's phone starts to vibrate.

"Who is it?" I smirk.

"No one special. Just a few friends," Jazzy replies.

"Will I get to meet them at Fernwood High?" I ask. She nods her head.

"I know you will absolutely love them," She says, placing her phone down, "they are such goofs." I laugh. Suddenly, I feel a stinging pain in my head. I close my eyes, long enough to make the pain go away.

"Kyra? You ok?" Jazzy asks, concerned. I give a weak nod. At least I have one trustworthy friend that won't leave me in tough times. I look at her.

"Enough about me and my room. Tell me about my new high school." I say. Jazzy clears her throat and sits up straight.

"First of all, dress-code is a serious thing, so you might as well ditch those booty-shorts," She says, as she points to my shorts. I take a mental note.

No booty-shorts.

"Secondly, the teachers are really harsh. But I'll give you a tip; to peruse the French teacher, just bribe her with chocolates." Jazzy says. I make another mental note.

Bribe the French teacher with chocolates.

"And finally, everyone is super nice, so it's a Pelopsia-friendly zone." She says. I make another mental note.

Pelopsia-friendly zone. Wait. Pelopsia-friendly zone? Could it be?

"Wait, so even if anyone finds out about my disease, they won't care?" I ask, skeptically. Jazzy shakes her head.

"Fernwood is a very friendly environment," she replies. I roll my eyes jokingly.

"Now, tell me about your friends?" I ask slyly.

"Well, there's Ashley, Cody, Andrew, Ethan, and Elijah, who I think you will get along great with-," she starts but I interrupt.

"And why do you think that?" I ask, suspiciously. She giggles.

"Oh, I don't know... maybe because you're both single?" She laughs. I gasp and hit her playfully with a pillow.

"As if I'm going to fall in love with someone!" I nervously say.

"You never know; it could happen," she says with a smile. I roll my eyes.

Could she be right?