Ch. 1) - You Forgot me

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*9 years ago*

"Hey, Lulu wanna play?" Cam yelled running across the street to my lawn, Where I was playing with my new truck my mommy bought me.

I don't like barbies like all the other girls my age. But Cam said he would always play with me, even if my trucks were bigger than his. As Cam got closer I held my new shiny yellow truck, letting it shine in the sunlight.

"Look what i got!" I said.
"Cooool, Lulu!" He said smiling. I put the truck down and frowned at him."uugghh, why do you call me that, my name is Lux." I said irritated. "Because your mine and only I can call you that." He said proudly. "Whatever." I sighed picking up my truck again.

We played for a really long time before Cam's mom called him in for dinner. "Bye Lulu see you later" he said giving me a big bear hug like he always did before leaving.

I took my truck inside to get ready for dinner. As I cleaned up for supper I could hear mommy and daddy yelling again.

Knowing Daddy would soon leave, slamming the door behind him. I also knew Mommy would cry herself to sleep agin. So that meant there would be no dinner tonight.

I grabbed my foot stool from the kitchen pantry and set it at the bottom of the fridge. Even with the foot stool, I was still to short to reach the Frosted Flakes at the top. So I used my tippy-toes and stretched as hard as I could. Finally my finger tips caught hold of the family sized box and pulled it down.

I set the box on the counter as I put my foot stool away. Then I grabbed a bowl and spoon from the dish washer. I poured the cereal in the bowl, only marking a small spill this time. I opened the fridge to grab the milk, but when I opened the milk it smelled like Cam's feet.

Eewww!!!

I threw the milk away and ate my cereal dry before going to bed; my tummy still growling.

*Next day*

Mommy forced me to put on a dress today, she said if i didn't I'd would get a whooping. She often said she whooped me because she loved me, but couldn't she just hug me instead? Grown-up's are confusing.

I walked over to cam's house and heard Cam yelling. "No! I'm not leaving!! I don't want to mommy, please, I would miss Lulu too much."

I knocked on the door. Cam opened it with puffy eyes and a wet face. He instantly crushed me in a hug, more tightly than usual. "what's wrong Cam, why are you crying." I whispered in his ear. "I'm moving Lulu, I'm moving away from my best friend." He sobed.

I started crying too holding him tight.

"Bu-but who will play monster truck with me, or go to the park, or hold my hand?" He didn't answer just cried harder.

Cam's Pov:

I put the last box in the trunk of my mommy's car. I walked across the stree to see my Lulu, and say goodbye. Before I made it up the steps she ran out the door and hugged me. "Bye Cam, I'll miss you so much." She said in between sobs.

We talked for a while, joking around and laughing as usual. But after a while, my mom soon called me and said it was time to go. My heart began to break as I knew I had to say goodbye to my Lulu.

I pulled Lulu into another hug. "Bye Lulu, I'll miss you. I'll call you every day and write too." I promised her. She sniffled and nodded. "Cam, promise me something." She whispered looking at her shoes, as she nervously played with her fingers. "what?" I asked knowing I'll do anything for my best friend.

"Don't forget about me, ok?"

I pulled her close. "never." I whispered.

I got in the car and look at Lulu one last time; her brown curly hair was in its usual fro, her chocolate eyes and ebony skin seemed to glow, even on such a sad day.

I got into the passenger seat of my Mom's car, buckling my seatbelt. As my Mom pulled out of the drive way I waved goodbye to Lux.

'Bye' I mouthed. 'Bye' she mouthed back.

Lux:

That was the last day I saw Cam.

But he kept his promise, and called and wrote every day about his new house and school. I was scared he would make a better friends, witch he must have, because after two weeks it stopped. no more calls, no more letters.......no more Cam.

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