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Elizabeth Burke

Ellie listened to the older boy and smiled when he fibbed about seeing her in the halls. She was pretty good at picking out lies, but at least this guy was trying not to hurt her feelings. He obviously wasn’t doing it to flatter her – which was actually kind of charming in its own way since most guys only seemed to care about that one thing. So talking to one that was fibbing about recognizing her, but otherwise sincere was refreshing.

“You don’t have to pretend to remember me for my sake, Ethan. Good guess though, I am definitely a second year,” Ellie said laughing good naturedly as she tucked a lock of honey gold hair behind her ear. “I’m really actually not sure who you are either. Your name and room number was on my schedule sheet.” Realizing that could be taken as offensive she felt her cheeks flush a little and smiled awkwardly.

If there was anything she could change about herself it was how easily she blushed. She blushed when she was embarrassed, blushed when she was shy, blushed when she felt awkward and heck, sometimes she blushed remembering times she blushed. “I mean, I’m sure we’ve passed each other in the halls at some point or another, but really, the school is huge – we cant be expected to remember everyone. Right?”

She hesitated looking over his facial features for any sign of annoyance and shrugged. “I just kind of wanted to break the ice while I was in the area. I mean, seeing as you’re going to be kicking my butt all over this school soon we might as well know each other’s faces, right? I’m Elizabeth Burke, but you can call me Ellie.”

She offered her hand to shake and grinned. “As you may have guess I’m crap at martial arts. So I’m sorry in advance for being a total pain and putting more work in your schedule. Thank you for being willing to try to teach me.”