Sam.
7-8 years ago.
I saw the ball hurtling towards her face and I winced.
Her friend's eyes widened.
Froze.
Her head was turned toward her friend.
A bear paw snack in her hand, half-eaten.
I ran over, stumbling. Cursing.
My parents will have my-oh shoot.
Her skull snapped back.
She nearly fell over.
Her friend screamed.
She went home with a black eye after that.
I walked home, guilty. Slouching. Feeling sorry for the girl.
Her name was Liv.
Liv.
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Emails
Teen FictionAfter the falling out of a relationship between Sam and Liv, both have gone their separate ways. While Liv is trying to forget what happened, Sam is constantly drafting emails that either are too insensitive, or too pathetic. Emails are piling up in...
