“What’s that?” Brody nodded at the box on the grass.
“Tell me your name and I might show you,” Emma replied with a smile.
“Brody,” he said with a quick eye roll. She might be cool, he thought. He had never met a girl with the confidence to come up and talk to him.
Emma smiled and let out the breath she was holding. She stood and picked up her box to show him. She made her way to his porch and plopped down two steps away. He would only look at Emma for a moment before turning away again toward his book.
“Are you shy? How old are you?” Emma asked as she stared at him.
“No. Thirteen. You?”
“Why did you move to Diamond Falls?”
“My dad grew up in West Virginia and wanted to move back from out west,” Emma said. “I heard that Diamond Falls was pretty cool.”
“What’s in the box?” Brody asked again. The top of the small, round box was decorated with a thin slab of rock. Brody knew rocks. He had been collecting them for years.
“It’s my rock collection,” Emma said, opening the lid. The box was crammed with smooth, shiny stones. “I collect rocks wherever I go and then use my rock tumbler to make them shiny. See?” Emma held up a handful of pink, green, and black stones.
“You tumble your rocks?” Brody made a gagging noise, dropped his book, and disappeared under the side of the porch.
“What’s wrong with tumbling?” Emma yelled after him. “It makes them pretty.”
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