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"So you’re homeschooled also?" She’s  never even heard of this girl, not from  the idiot lesser teenagers, not from anybody.  Blind, suspicious eyes narrowed.

Giving off her usual smirk, Elayne's hazel eyes gazed into the other's.  " Yes, actually. My parents     hired a tutor for me a long     time ago. "

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            "Elayne, huh? Pretty.               I know two girls in my school named Elaine.”

The teenager stopped playing with the cigarette, another blink of her grey eyes at the question. God, was she really being so forgetful lately?

           "It’s Sam. Not as fancy as Elayne,                  but—Are you new here? I usually walk this                  way when going home. Don’t really recognize ya.”

Elayne gave a slight chuckle at the late response. 

" Yeah-- I'm new here.    I moved in a couple of    days ago, but I just    finally got around to    unpacking and getting    used to the place. This    seems like a nice place    to live so far, though. "

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Sam grabbed the cigarette between  her thumb and forefinger, nodding to the other with a grin. She didn’t smoke, but at least it gave her an excuse for her staring. She twirled the cig between her fingers.

                       "Thanks, uh—"

Placing the carton back in her pocket, she folded her arms, a light smile remained on her face.  

           " Elayne. 

   You wouldn't mind telling    me your name now, would you? "

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Jostled out of her thoughts, the teenager blinked. Had she been staring? Sam recalled stopping in her tracks as the first wisps of smoke crossed her vision.

Oh. She supposed she had.

                      “…You gotta extra cig?”

Smirking, Elayne stuffed her hand into her jacket pocket, and pulled out an opened certain of cigarettes. She flipped the top of it open and pulled out a cigarette, handing it over to the girl.

" You're welcome. "

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Taking a puff out of the lit cigarette wedged between her index and middle fingers, she soon  threw the cancer stick  onto the ground, stomping and rubbing it onto the cement         with her heel. 

" Didn't expect to get lucky    with some stranger danger    this late in the evening. You    need something, or is there    just a staring party in my front yard? "