Sam.
About 7-8 years ago, a couple days after the first time they went to ice cream.
"Hey!" She said. I blinked at her; she was smiling again.
The sun shone on her face and a slight breeze flicked pieces of long, brown hair into her eyes. She tucked them behind her ear quickly and asked,
"Do you want to go for ice cream?"
I blinked again.
Apparently the ice cream place was our meet-up spot.
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Her black eye was starting to fade into a yellowish-green color. She was wearing black leggings and a grey sweater with a red heart in the center. This time she ordered two different flavors of ice cream: pistachio and vanilla in a cup instead. Just whipped cream.
"Why did you ask for ice cream today?" I asked holding a quickly melting chocolate scoop in a cone.
She pointed to the black, chalkboard sign. "It's Discount On One Scoop In A Cup Day."
"Oh."
She grinned. "You probably should've gotten a cup then, right?"
I nodded mournfully for the extra two dollars I paid.
I eyed the sign. From the dates, I should only go on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Fridays. Tuesdays were free toppings. Thursday was today. Fridays were today but a cone.
"Which classes do you have? I don't think I've seen you 'til a couple of days ago."
"Mrs. Heartly and Mr. Chin."
Her eyes widened. "I don't know about Mr. Chin, but I have a couple of friends in Mrs. Heartly's class."
I shrugged. "I've only seen you at lunch too."
She looks at her ice cream. "Hey, you see me on Ice Cream days too."
I smile. "Those days too."
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Emails
Ficțiune adolescențiAfter 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...
