Emma couldn't believe that she was finally a third year, that put her at 13 years old. Finally she was a teenager. If only she felt like one, maybe soon the feeling would kick in. Until than she felt rather like a child. As she walked out onto the soft grass gazing out at the lakefront before her. So many days were spent skipping rocks here. So much of her troubled years were spent running up and down the hills. Now she was here a third year and everything seemed, felt, and even looked different.
That included the boy laying down in the grass. Emma walked over and sat down next to him, he looked to be a first year though. "Hey" Emma said looking out at the lake.