The next few days I got more and more comfortable with acting in front of everyone. The director, Bob, who I've come to know, gave me a few dollars to buy something. And me, being me, went online and bought an outfit! Really cute actually! I wore it a day after I got it! Ha!

Now its the weekend. Mel and I were just hanging out and I decided to go on Twitter. Looked at a few trends seen some girls fangirling over when Misha tweeted a moment ago. Then I decided to Tweet.

@Sara_Ackles2001

The first week was a success! Thank you for all the positive thoughts and motivational pep talks!

After I posted it my phone kept dinging and it made me smile. Duh there were hate comments, but everyone has opinions. Yeah, it hurts but everyone gets it. "You've done great this week, hun." My dad said, his clearly southern accent coming out a little. I giggled and said, "thanks."

"We should go somewhere!" Mel said sitting up.

"What? Where?" I asked.

"Its still summer! We should be able to go places! Let's go.....to....oh! I know! Let's go to my house and set up the pool table." She said.

"Me....play pool? I laugh at you!" I laughed.

"Well, I could teach you." She shrugged. I sighed and looked at my dad who shrugged.

"Okay." I nodded. We went to Mel's and played a few games when I got tired of losing.

"Awe, come on Sara! Play one more!" Mel begged. I smiled and shook my head.

"Naw, play a game with my dad. I wanna head to the park for a while. Just, you know, alone time." I said. Mel shrugged and nodded.

"Alright." She said.

"Be careful!" Dad warned.

"Yeah yeah!" I said, brushing away the comment as I walked outside. The sky was blue and the birds were chirping. The clouds above providing some shade from the hot summer sun. I walked into the park and smiled.

I was slowly walking toward a park bench when my phone buzzed. I quickly got it out my pocket and looked down at it, noticing my dad text me. When I went to look at it, I was knocked down. "Oh my God! I'm so so so so so sorry!" The person said. I couldn't see them yet because the sun but I knew it was a boy from the voice.

"Oh, its okay." I smiled, picking my phone up. The boy extended his hand and I hesitantly took it. He helped me up and smiled.

"Oh, uh, I'm James." He said.

"Sara." I smiled. He had dark brown hair that swooped down right below his eyes. His eyes were a beautiful blue color and I had to look away, blushing.

"Look I really am sorry about making you fall. I was looking at my phone and, well, bumped into you." He explained.

"Like I said. It's okay. I don't get mad easily." I smiled. He nodded and I sat on the park bench. I was expecting him to just walk away but he sat by me. I blushed an even deeper shade of red and looked down. "You don't have to stay." I laughed. He shrugged and looked me in the eyes.

"I don't want to leave you alone." He said, smiling.

"I'm not a kid. I'm old enough to be alone." I smiled. There were these butterflies in my stomach and I was practically flying off the bench. I shrugged and looked at the flowers. "Pretty, aren't they?" I asked. He nodded.

"But not as pretty as you." He said. I laughed.

"That's so cheesy." I said, shaking my head.

"Yeah. I guess I'm just a cheesy guy." James said, scratching the back of his neck.

"Don't worry about it. I'm lame to." I giggled.

Then I remembered my dad text me. I quickly looked at it and it said-

Dad: be home by seven

I laughed and text him back.

Me: sure thing

I loomed over at James who was staring at his phone. "So, James, is this what you do in the park?" I asked.

"What?" He asked.

"Hit on girls that you make fall?" I asked, smiling. He looked down and blushed.

"No." He said. I smiled a little and he put his phone away. "So, Sara, tell me about yourself." He said. I didn't want to tell him about me acting and all because he might treat me different so I decided to tell him normal stuff. "Well, my birthday is December 21, 2001, meaning I'm turning thirteen. My dad works. Mom left when I was young. Dad remarried. I've got a little sister and I have a lot of friends. That about covers it." I laughed.

"Seems nice." He smiled.

"Its cool. So...what about you?" I asked.

"Well....um....My birthday is October 7, 2001, making me thirteen to. I don't know my dad. My mom is single and works. I'm an only child and me and my Mon are really happy. I have a lot of friends to." He said. I laughed.

"You basically copied me." I said.

"Nu uh!" James laughed. We began talking and getting to know each other better. We sat there for what seemed like ten minutes when I got another text.

Dad: where are you?

I looked at the time and began freaking out. It was almost eight! "Oh no! Sorry, James, but I gotta go!" I said standing up.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"I was suppose to be home by seven!" I told him.

"Well...let me give you my number." He said.

"No, here's mine." I said, handing him a piece if paper. I learned from my mistakes. "Text me whenever." I smiled before walking away.

I ran all the way to my house without stopping. Once I got in the door I sighed. My parents were standing there. "I'm so so so so sorry guys! I was talking to someone and lost track of time! I'm sorry. It won't happen again. I'll do the dishes! I'll clean J.J's room! I'll-"

"Calm down Sara. We aren't mad." My dad interrupted, laughing.

"You aren't?" I asked.

"No, because you're trustworthy. We trust you." He said. I smiled and hugged him.

"Thanks daddy." I smiled. I hugged mom and thanked her to.

"Go wash up. I've got dinner ready." She said.

"Ooh, what is it?" I asked.

"Spaghetti." She smiled.

"Awe! You know me too well!" I laughed.

She smiled and I ran up to my bathroom. I washed my hands and face and then my phone buzzed.

?: Hey. Is this Sara?

Me: um...yes. Who is this.

?: its James. Sorry about that. I've had my fair share of wrong numbers.

I giggled at the text and created his contact.

Me: its totally cool. But I'm sorry to. I gotta eat. Bummer huh?

James;-P: totally. Ttyl?

Me: totally

I ran downstairs and met my family at the table. Today wasn't that bad.

REALLY