They reach the park, a place they've been to a hundred times, but today it feels different. The swings creak as they sit, the chains groaning in protest against the metal frame. Michael pushes her gently.
"Remember when we used to do this?" He asks, his eyes reflecting the setting sun.
Brooklynn nods, her smile genuine this time. "Yeah, the world felt so much smaller then," she says, her voice filled with nostalgia.
Michael pushes harder. "Remember when we use to race the moon?" He says, referring to their childhood games of who can swing the highest.
"Totally remember that," Michael says with a force grin on his face, pushing her even higher.
"Ok stop lying that didnt even happen you'd lose and start crying and where the servant part even come from" Michael says with a laugh.
Brooklynn giggles, the sound like a melody after a storm. "Well, you know, creative liberty," she says, looking at him playfully. The swing comes to a gentle stop, and she jumps off, her sneakers squeaking against the dew-kissed grass. "This still won't help getting DITCHED, but you mad it better Thanks Mikey"
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It Takes Two
Teen FictionMichael a Spirited young boy and his friend brooklynn go through highschool and all the stuggles with it as they take on love, hate and more in this story to battle through highschool and being teens.
