Chapter 8 of Soaring

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I sit on a park bench, holding a bundle of limp bills in my hands. It took an hour to beg, plead and cry for people to give me money that would be enough to clothe and feed me. I only have fifty-seven dollars, but I know that it will help with all that is ahead. As I am recounting them, a hand on my shoulder nearly makes me jump out of my skin. I freeze, and tuck the bills back into my sweatshirt pocket, getting my fists ready in case I need to knock someone’s lights out. A chuckle comes from the person above me.
“Kiera, I’m happy to see you so ready to beat me up, but can this happen later?” I hear Tanner say behind me. I relax, breathing deeply.
“Sorry. I thought you were, like, a hobo or someone like that.” I say, rubbing my hands together.
“I don’t normally look like a hobo, if that helps.” Tanner remarks, sitting next to me on the bench. “How much money did you pull up?”
“Just fifty-seven.” I say, slouching. “You?”
“A hundred and sixty-four.” He says, crossing his arms behind his head. “Told you it would work.” I roll my eyes.
“I am the leader, you know. You voted for me.” I reply, crossing my own arms in front of my chest.
“I know. You are the leader on purpose.” Tanner says, smiling at my apparent frustration. He is just about to say something else when someone walks right behind him and puts his hand on his shoulder. Tanner reacts just as I did a few minutes ago, and I laugh at him when I see it is the other three.
“Guess how much money we got!” Livi crows excitedly.
“How much?” I ask, standing and going to her.
“A hundred and twelve!” She says, jumping up and down.
“Wow, that’s awesome! How much do we have all together?”
“Um, hold on.” Emma says, tapping her chin with her finger. “We have...

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...k. He blinks, and glances away from me for a second.
“You look….different.” He replies.
“Is it a good different?” I ask him, sitting down next to him.
“O-of course. Why wouldn’t it be?” He says. I shrug.
“Where are we heading after this?” I ask, wanting to get off this awkward topic.
“A grocery store. Like, a Target or something.”
“Sounds alright to me.” I reply. As soon as I say this, the two girls come out of their rooms, giggling. They are dressed in their new clothes, and I notice Connor looking at Emma intently. I smile to myself, and have the feeling that something is going on between the two that we, or they, don’t know about. As I feel the pressure of Tanner’s hip pressed against mine, I have the feeling that something between he and I is beginning to blossom, even though I have no idea what it is, or why it’s even there in the first place.

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