She remembers how they met, the girl with baggy pants does. The first time she'd stepped into that karate school.
It was funny, how even then they had shared a connection. He had been with so many other boys; and yet she had seen him first.
They'd looked at each other and locked eyes and that was it; both of them where gonners.
'Course, They hadn't fallen in love immediatley. Actually, he, Jessie, he'd always liked her. She began to love him at age ten or eleven.
Thoughts ofall they'd been through whizz through the girl's--Jocelyn's--mind, as she puts on a t-shirt, and more or less long shorts.
Jocelyn pulled her long, curly brown hair back with a headband, and then checked her phone.
One New Voicemail.
Jocelyn types in her password, and listens to it. "New message from: Jessie Juanez. New message: 'Hey Beautiful. Happy fourth of July and one month. See you soon okay? Where those scars proud and loud. Love ya, bye.' End of message."
Jocelyn smiled and saved the message. Then she hung up. Maybe the day wouldn't be THAT bad. After all, he was coming right?
And then her stepfather called and it all went downhill.
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The Suffering.
Teen FictionA girl with long sleeves. A boy with brown eyes. They've known each other since third grade, but do they really know each other? Join them in their suffering, and remember, the closer you look... the blurrier the picture. Don't read to closely. Yo...
