The crisp Australian accent made me  jump a little, and I looked up from the deep brown table. My father was looking at me, his green eyes warm, and his blonde hair roughly combed back. 

"Ready?" He asked, his suit jacket sitting inbetween his elbow and upper arm, as he put a hand on my shoulder. I nodded, my bronze hair brushing against my collarbone. He smiled sweetly, and gently pushed me along. His work get together wasn't the best place to be on a Friday evening. I smoothed my white dress, it's pattern of daisies blooming on it. I sit on the black leather seat of our car, and buckle my seat belt. We drive away, my mother turning on the radio with the click of a button. 

The dim light made my dress shine, and the room was crowded with adults, and kids clinging to them, whining and complaining. I turn my head slightly, and see a few kids my age standing around, snacks and drinks in their hands. I clamp my fingers together, as I hear my dad telling me to go find something to do. I nod, and slowly wander away. I find myself a good foot or two away from the people my age now, and I study them. There are three, two of them are guys, and one is a girl. The girl is fair skinned, and has blonde hair and is wearing a light blue dress that barely brushes her ankles. Her hair is tied up in a bun, and she pauses to take a drink of her soda. The boy has his arm around her hip, and looks much like her, except for his ginger hair. The  other boy is darker skinned, and his hair is tied into a bun no bigger than half my fist. 

The girl looks over at me and walks over, and my hearts beats faster. My boys follow her, and they stop a foot away. 

"Hello. What's your name?" The girl asks. I smile and blink slowly, I feel my teeth bite softly onto my lip. She raises one eyebrow, and I notice the piercing in it. I sigh, and pull out my notebook, using the same routine. When I hand it to her, her mouth twitches. 

"You just shy? Or are you being weird?" The one boy asks, his pale blue eyes glazed. I hesitate, and shake my head. He bites insides of his cheek, I can tell by the way he sucks it in. The other guy says, "C'mon, Ava and Ben, she obviously doesn't want to talk." He mutters, loud enough for me to hear. They all nod, and walk away, Ben's arm wrapping around Ava to pull her towards him. I watch them go before I feel my phone buzz. I look down, and Zeke's spamming our chat. I look around, seeing a small corner we're no one was standing, and I go over. I pull open the chat, seeing him consistently texting 'Fawn'. I text back: 

Zeke! What the heck?

Hey.

Not impressed. 

Blah. 

Huh. Whatcha want?

Erm... whatcha doing?

At my dad's work party thing. It's incredibly boring. 

He doesn't reply afterwards, I assume he had curling or something. I look down at my phone as it buzzes, although it's not Zeke's reply. It's Em, and she states that she's coming over for Christmas. I jump from where I am, excited. The day I had Em over as Grade six-ers', my parents were surprised of how we got along. I had just gotten a phone then, so I texted Emma, and she talked in reply. I do the same when Zeke  and I get together. We had spent hours in my room, talking and texting, by Grade 7, we were inseparable. I puckered my lips slightly, memories flooding back to me. I smiled slightly, and laced my fingers together.