In my badly lit bedroom, the prospect of contacting this Aoife seemed about a million times more daunting. The light from my laptop glared at me. The screen showed the layout of the "new email" box, ready for me to type something in. But it was, as of the past fifteen minutes, still blank.

I briefly wondered if she had Skype, before rejecting that thought almost immediately. No way was I having that experience when I couldn't even have a proper conversation with my dad via webcam when he was away.

"I brought you pizza," my little sister, Ellie, spoke cheerily through the door.

"Okay," I said, letting her in and taking the plate before all the pizza fell on the floor.

She giggled. "What're you doing in there?"

"Minding my own business," I responded jokingly, and poked her ribs. 

Then Dad called her downstairs and she ran off.

Taking the food to my desk, I again stared at the screen, as though waiting for the email to write itself. That wasn't going to happen, so I finally just tried.

Hey, it's Sophia, your

Then I was stuck on what I actually was in relation to her. Stranger was as far as I could get, and that wasn't really a good thing to put. I deleted the message and started again.

To Aoife, it's Sophia. I don't really know what to say, so

Immediately, I deleted that one too. It was a stupid thing to write. Eventually, I just decided to put what I was thinking instead of trying to seem unlike myself.

Aoife. This is Sophia. I'm your partner from the "Life Changer" project. I should probably warn you now that I'm not the most socially... well, let's just say you shouldn't expect me to hold a conversation. So I'm kinda hoping you're talkative, 'cause I'm really not. Oh, and if you have my last school photo in your folder (which I'm really hoping you don't), I don't really look like that any more. So yeah. I'll send you a more recent picture of me. 
PS: I don't mean to be rude, but how do you pronounce your name? I'm guessing Ay-oyf-ee isn't it.

Before sending it, I attached a photo of myself that my Mum took a few weeks ago. Now I just had to hope that I'd typed in her email address correctly. 

Ugh, why did I have to be put into social situations?

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