From Then to Now

Flashback: Pt.1

Wren's POV
I remember the day like it was yesterday. It was three weeks before my seventh birthday. A family was moving in right across the street from my house. As the car was driving past me, he caught my eye. He seemed to be staring as well. As the car parked and the trailer was opened, I stood up and watched, too shy to walk over. The mother of the family waved to me and I smiled and waved back. I think it was in that moment that I got the courage to approach him. Smoothing out my shorts, I skipped across the street.

"Hi, this is Michael and I'm Mrs. Jamison. What's your name?" She smiled.
"I'm Kathwren."

She smiled but then had to excuse herself because her husband was calling for her. The two of us stood there awkwardly for a few seconds.

"Kathwren, honey. It's time to come in." My mother called.

I smiled and waved at the boy and started to skip across the street. In that split second a car started to beep. I screamed and was about to be hit when I was shoved into the gutter. I looked up and the Michael was staring down at me. Before I had the chance to thank him, my mother pulled me into the house, crying and thanking the brave young boy. At that moment, in my heart, I knew that Michael Jamison was the one for me.

Mickey's POV
I remember the most dreaded day of my life, the day I met Kathwren Windon, like it was only seconds ago. I was driving into my new neighborhood. As I looked out the window, I saw a girl about my age staring up at me. I turned away and watched as we pulled into the driveway. I got out and took a look at the neighborhood. The girl, who had been sitting down, was now standing up staring at me. My mother, being polite, waved to her. The girl, who seemed to get a bit of confidence, walked over smiling.

"Hi, this is Michael and I'm Mrs. Jamison. What's your name?" My mother asked her .
"I'm Kathwren." The girls voice was high pitched, but soft and soothing.

My father called my mother and she left us standing there awkwardly. After a few seconds, a woman came out of Kathwren's house and called her. Kathwren waved and began to skip across the street. A car had turned the corner and was now coming at her. She stood there, screaming her head off and I knew what I had to do. I pushed her off to the side and landed on top of her. She seemed to try to say something but her mother dragged her inside. Crying and thanking me as they went. From that point on, Kathwren Windon never left me alone.