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　　I walked in.

　　“May I please ask you for your name?” I asked politely.

　　“Sophie.” She reached out to shake my hand and I did.

　　I’ve planned to scream at her about how mean it was to make my mother leave but now it seemed that my planned had changed.

　　“Want a piece of cake, honey?” she asked nicely, pushing her brown hair back.

　　“Yes, please.” I said. I couldn’t believe that my stepmother was so nice. I decided not to ask her about my mum. She gave me the cake and sat on the sofa.

　　“Come here dear, sit here.” She said, patting the space beside her. I went over and sat here.

　　“May I ask, if my dad is anywhere around here?” I asked, I felt I have never talked so politely in my life.

　　“Oh I am so sorry, he is still at work.” She replied.

　　“No need to be.”

　　“So, what’s your favorite movie, I am taking you to the movies tomorrow.” Sophie insisted.

　　“You really don't need to……” I began

　　“No, we are going to have some fun tomorrow.” She urged.

　　“OK it’s ‘scream’.” I said unable to protest.

　　“I think you have a friend called Julia, right? The daughter of Mary.”

　　“Yes, how do you know?” I studied at this unusual stepmother. She seems to know a great deal about me.

　　“Oh, it’s David, he told me.”

　　I didn't really believe that, how can David talk about me. I mean, he cares nothing about me. But I guess there was no reason for Sophie to lie about a thing like that.

　　“Anyways,” continued Sophie. “ You may bring your friend with to the movie If you like.”

　　“Yeah, I sure will.”

　　Sophie’s eyes shone.

　　Sophie glanced at her watch and said “I think it’s time for you to go to . Would you like a cup of hot chocolate before going to bed?”

　　That was so kind of her! I thought. “Yes please.” I replied.

　　“Go up to your room first and I’ll bring it to you when it’s ready.” She told me.

　　“Ok.” I said quietly and walked to my room. I pushed the door open and saw a girl my age sitting in front of my desk, drawing.

　　“Who… Who are you?” I asked