"Ashley Davies" She said sticking out her hand. I shook it but didn’t say my name. There was something about this girl that I didn’t like, but now when I look back I realize that it was because I never really understood her, to this day I still couldn’t tell you the first thing about her. She changed almost everyday. And the thing is, I loved spending my whole day figuring out who she felt like being that day.

"Aren’t you going to tell me your name?" She asked me while chuckling softly.

"No." I said throwing more rocks into the water.

"Well, where do you live? You must live close by if your down here and not lost." She said. I pointed behind myself at my grandma’s house. she looked and her jaw dropped and she started laughing to herself.

"You’re the infamous Spencer Carlin!" I looked at her confused. She noticed this and started to explain.

"You’re grandma, Joan, does nothing but talk about you. Good things of course. Beautiful blue eyes, gorgeous blonde hair, just like her mother. She’s so intelligent, straight A student, honor roll, class valedictorian in eighth grade. She made a wonderful speech! She’s going to try to set you up with my sister, you know, the perfect ones go together."

For some reason when she said this, I felt a little disappointed. I don’t want someone like me, that’s boring.

"How do you know?" I asked her.

"She was talking to my grandma and she said ‘Oh, Lucy would be perfect for Spencer! They’re both so smart, lovely, and so well-mannered. Everybody just loves Lucy! She’s so perfect! She could never do anything wrong in my family’s, or anyone else’s eyes.’" I felt bad when she said this. She sounded like she thought that she wasn’t good enough.

"Your sister’s name is Lucy?" I asked in disbelief. I had a dog named Lucy when I was little. She was a black lab, but she got hit by a car when I was 7.

"Yes, my parents were Beatles fans, okay?" She asked and I started laughing.

"Do you have a brother named Jude?" I asked her and she smiled smugly.

"Yes, I do actually, that’s Lucy’s twin brother." She said and started cracking up. "That’s actually really funny, now that I think about it."

"Why’d they name you Ashley, then? Why not Michelle or Prudence…or Elenor?" I said laughing at all the names I could comeup with that are in the titles of Beatles songs. She got silent for a moment, then she got a solemn look on her face.

"My father named me after me mum, she died during birth, so my dad thought that if he named me after her, he’d always have a little part of her left in this world, he didn’t know she’d be such a screw-up though." She said and I could tell she was choking back the tears. Finally she just couldn’t hold them in anymore. "I have to go, I’m sorry." She stood up and ran across the bridge that was on the lake. I saw her go into a huge mansion, which I assumed was her house. She looked at me one last time before closing the door.

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