In this heartfelt tale, follow the life-altering journey of a young girl who, once immersed in opulence, decides to trade her lavish lifestyle for the authenticity of the less privileged. As she navigates the challenges of adapting to a simpler exis...
A month has passed since the storm when we lost John B and Sarah. We were outside the Chateau and the boys had just finished carving out the tree for a memorial message for John B. JJ had a metal bar that he heated up and was able to burn a message into the tree.
2003John B Routledge 2020
P4L
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We all stood beside each other and raised a drink to John B. JJ wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me into his side.
"To John B." JJ muttered.
"And Sarah." Kie said. JJ took a drink out of the flask and then passed it to me and Pope took a sip from his beer.
Kie and I picked some flowers and placed them on the top of the box we had filled with some of John B's things. After the memorial, Pope and Kie went their separate way and JJ and I went up to the porch at the Chateau.
"Ok, Stell." JJ said. "You need to stay still."
"Ok." I said. He then began drawing a matching tattoo on my wrist. "P 4 L"
"Looks great." I said. As he finished his tattoo up, I sat down on the swing and took a big sig of my bottle of wine. As I was swinging, I stared up into the sky and smiled slightly. John B and Sarah finally got to meet my sister Taylor.
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Later in the Day
"Guys, I don't think this is a good idea." Pope said. "Somebody could see us."
"Who cares." I snapped. "They should be happy that we're doing this when in reality we should be setting their house on fire."
"Exactly." Kie said as we continued to spray paint the Cameron's wall.
"And done." I said and stood up.
"Great job, Stell." Kie said as we stepped back and admired our work.
