I step off the plane, stretching my arms above my head and yawning.
I roll my neck and shoulders and go inside the airport. A few
minutes later I pull my suitcase off the conveyor belt and walk
outside. A few taxis are waiting to pick other people up and I spot
one that's empty. " Need a ride?" the cab driver asks, raising his
eyebrows at me. I nod and he pops the trunk. I throw my suitcase in
and close it and then climb in the backseat. I tell him the address
and about an hour later I'm at the house that I grew up in, the
house I haven't seen in three years. You see, three years ago I was
14. I had just gone into highschool overweight and I got picked on
a lot. I had really bad acne, glasses and braces. No one wanted to
become friends with me. The only friend I had was my brother Matt
and his best friend Mason. Now, I'm 50 pounds lighter, with clear
skin, contacts, and perfect teeth. I also grew my hair out down to
the middle of my back. " Here you go," the cab driver says, handing
me my suitcase. " Thanks," I say and pay him. He drives off and I
stare up at the big white house with a wraparound porch and blue
shutters. I take a deep breath and walk up to the porch and knock
on the door. " Coming!" a voice yells and I hear loud footsteps.
The door swings open and my older brother stares at me. " Uh, hi.
Can I help you?" he asks, frowning. He's cut his hair short and he
has a little stubble on his chin. "Hi, Matt." I say nervously.
Realization hits his face and his jaw drops as he stares at me.
"...Wylie?" he asks suddenly. I nod and he wraps me in a tight hug,
making me let go of my suitcase. I put my arms around him and
overly excited, he pulls me into the house and grabs my suitcase. "
I missed you, Wylie," he says, giving me another hug. " I missed
you too," I tell him. " C'mon, you'll never guess who's here." he
says and pulls me outside, towards our in ground pool. " Mason!
Look who's here!" Matt yells and he flips his hair to get the water
out and turns around. He stares at me and then his eyes widen. He
immediately goes to the side of the pool and pulls himself up and I
hand Matt my phone because mason has every intention of hugging me,
even soaking wet. Mason wraps his arms around my small frame and I
already feel soaked to the bone. " Wylie, I missed you so much. You
look so different." he says in my ear. " I missed you too," I
answer, feeling butterlies in my stomach for the first time in 3
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