I don't go to school the next day. I'm not really in the right mindset. So I'm sitting here with Donna listening to some music on my phone when the doorbell rings. I groan and scramble out of bed to open it. "Coming!"  I holler. When I get downstairs and open the door, nobody is there. When I'm just about to go back inside, I notice a woven basket sitting on the doorstep. I raise my eyebrows and pick it up.

Dear Melanie,
We are so sorry for your loss. We aren't stupid enough to think that we can fix it, but we can try.
We understand that you are alone, and we know how that feels. Our parents died, too. It is with great consideration that we would like to invite you over for dinner tonight.
Love, Noah and Kimberly.

Oh. My. God. Noah and Kimberly? Wow, rewind. They want me to come over for dinner! Wait, I don't even know these people. Yeah, sure they're the same age as me, maybe older, but for all I know some psychopath could be there as well.

Jesus, Mel! Don't be an idiot! They're just teenagers, relax and have fun! You might even make a friend....