Brenden

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I shove my phone back into my purse and skip over to my car. I arrive at the car door only to feel gentle hands wrap around my waist. I freeze remembering my encounter with Brenden not to long ago. I turn around to see Aron.

" Oh, it's you." I say trying to sound not to disapointed.

" What were you expecting someone else?" Aron yells sounding confused as he throws his hands up in the air realising them from my waist.

" No, you just starteled me that's all." I say while shaking my head as I turn back around to face the car.

" Well alrighty then, get your ass to my place at around six and will talk then"

I simply just turn around and roll my eyes as I see him walk away with the swag he thinks he has. I get into the car simply trying to just to forget about Aron and move my mind to another place. But I can't help but wonder why I'm so attracted to a complete asshole. I start the car and drive out of the parking lot.

 I reach an old country road filled with farms and farms of horses and cows I imeaditley think to my old house.

*Memory*

It was 1999 and I was four years old, it was the middle of summer and my mother was trying to prepare me for kindergarden. She would prompt me with silly questions like the colour of the sky or how many letters are in the alphapbet.  After twenty minutes of her silly questions she would go to the kitchen to start preparing food for all six of my family members. That was the moment I liked to call getta way time. I would sneek out of the living room and run to the back yard where my father would be working in a massive barn filled with dozens of farm animals including pigs ( pinky was my favourite), horses, chickens, and last but not least the cows. I liked it back here were I could just be a kid and play on the tire swing that was attached to the massive oak tree.

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I loved that old house. But most of all I love the people in it.

I get back too reality to realize I've arrived on the long windey that contains my lone house.

I arrive at the front gates to have one of the guards wave me through as the metal gates open. I wave to the quard as my car speeds through. I drive down are long gravel driveway for atleast 2mins only to be approached by my grand house. I drive around the large fountain right infront of my house and park infront of my 2park garage. I don't put my car inside seen as how my brothers cars are most likley already in there.

I grab my books off the passanger seat and  exit the car.

I enter my room and turn on my large screened apple computer and log onto facebook. I cant stop thinking about " Brenden" . So I decided to try my luck on good old facebook. I pulled up my facebook page and clicked on the search bar. As I typed in the name Brenden I thought to my self this probably wont't go good seen as how I only know his first name. When I was done typing I pressed enter only to have my phone buzz from on my bed. I picked it up and clicked on messages.

" Hey babe sorry about earlier, still up to coming over? If you are I have hockey at seven so hurry." Aron had wrote.

What an asshole. No I'm not coming over you jerk. I thought to myself before putting the phone down and walking back over to the computer that was sitting ontop of my dresser. When I reach the computer I look at the screen for not only half a second to hear another buzz. I stomp back over to my bed getting ready to throw my phone against the wall. I pick it up only to hear another buzz. I look down to the phone and see I have two messages. One from Aron, of course, and one from...

Lol sorry for the cliffhanger who do you think it's from? Maybe it's Sophie or maybe it's Brenden? Anyways I promise to write soon as I am on christmas break and not really busy. Sorry for the short chapter I hope to get atleast 100 reads by my tenth chapter/part. Thank you to all who have stuck with me so far I now have 28 reads and am really happy I didn't think to many people would want to read it. Please comment on any suggestions or who you think the text is going to be from. And also if anyone could please help me on getting a title onto the cover for my book. Thanks- Bre

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