Martha wheeled me into the front door.
"Ouch! Hey watch it weirdo!" I groaned. Martha cringed so hard I could feel it.
"Sorry! I'm really sorry!" I sighed I missed our best friend spats, that always led to icecream, milkshakes, smoothies, slurpees, basicly any kind of delectible treat. But that, along with my olympic dream, is gone now. Martha was sooooo nice to me, I swear I have a cavity. I hated it. I could add any kind of friendly insults coming from my best friend to the list of things that are gone now.
Gone. My whole life. Is. Gone. Nothing. NOTHIG! Is the same. I loathe that word; nothing. I wish my father was still nothing.
"Hey, listen Stacey. I gotta go. You know, school stuff." I decided to test her.
"Okay. You'll come back later right?" She didn't even turn around as she hurried out the front door. G-o-n-e. Gone. My best friend. Is. GONE! This madness has no end! A ring of pain, that keeps circling back to me. Over. And over.
"Knock knock." I wheeled myself around to face the front door. Josh. With flowers?
He must've seen my eyes lingering on the roses because:
"A welcome home gift. And date if you say yes." He smiled that ginormas grin. Impossible to say no. So I half smile and nod. His grin stretched even wider.
A/N
There. I put some romance in it.
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When I Forgave
Teen FictionStacey Dowes is traing as a runner to go to the olympics. Her dream is snatched away when a drunk driver hits her, and her legs must be amputated.
