Dear older, more mature me. I'm hoping when you read this you will have left home, and be in your twenties. I'm 13 and i thought you should know that if your single, you probably have no hope of finding your guy if you carry on sitting on your arse, and living in this shit whole of a town, and yes i am telling myself of for being lazy. If you remember writing this then you will know that i'm about to say that you need to track down you first kiss, Sam Rider. Not only was he super gorgeous and went to school with you until year 11, when he went of to 6th form in Leeds. You and him where always really goof friends and everything, so basically you should try and track him down. This is if your single (probably)
From Amelia x
I wrote with my thick black Jack Wills pen. I sealed the white envelope, and stuffed it into my pink box, which was filled with photos and many other memories.
12 years later..
"Last box." I grinned, as my dad grabbed the red boot door and slammed it shut.
"Yeah, another house, but a better one." Laughed my dad, placing his old arm on my young shoulder.
"Yeah, this is way better, see you Sunday, yeah?" I said, running my thin hand through my long blond and ginger hair.
"Err well, we thought me, your mum, your sister and her husband and Katie, her little baby could to the sea side, at Scarborough. In the caravan." Smiled dad, fiddling ith his fingers.
"Oh, ok then, i see." I said, slowly shutting the door behid me, as i walked into my large new house. I watched my dad wonder of down the path, and climb into his huge range rover. I sat down on my double bed, which was placed in the middle of my massive room. I painted the back wall pink and the other three walls where whie. I put pictures up on most walls, and my chest of draws and wardrobes all decorated the room. It was the perfect home for me, all i needed was someone to share it with, and im not talking about a pet, or a baby, i'm talking about a boyfriend. I only had my stuff to un - pack, like some clothes, and any other bits. I noticed a large brown box sat at the top of the stairs, that had the two words 'old stuff' wrote on it. I crawled out to the hall way and pulled the dusty brown box towards me. I pulled out a pot, which had my first pair of earings in, i also found some tickets to concerts and loads of other bits. One thing that i was itching to look at was a envelope which i kind of remembered writing. I opened it up and read the letter. it really made me think. Maybe I should. Surely he couldn't be far. Sam Rider, the schools hottest boy, my ex, my bestfriend, my memory. I knew that i was right, what i had wrote in the letter, that i wasn't going to get anywhere sat on my arse. So i decided i would search for him, my first kiss. I grabbed my laptop, and typed in Sam Rider. Nothing came up aprat from really old people. So i searched him on facebook. I found something. I was sure it was him. I couldn't be sure because he was on private settings, so i could only see his profile picture and his cover photo. He lives in Leeds, right in the centre, and he works in a office.
The next morning...
I grabbed my bag, and stuffed some clothes into it. I scrambled into my small car and stuffed my bag into the back of the car. I set of and eventually i reached the centre of leeds. There i was stood, next to New Look, wonderring where to go, what to do and where to start. First I began searching for Sam's office...
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My first kiss, and my last love
Teen FictionElla moves into her new home, and finds a box of stuff from when she was younger. She begins to search through these things and she fids a letter she wrote to herself. This letter makes her want to find her first kiss. Her true love. But will it tur...
