In The Beginning

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As i sit there in the interrogation room with dried blood and teardrops on my blouse, all i could think about was him and the events of tonight. Our love wasn't like any other love story. Ours wasn't the cheesey movie kind. Ours was real. I was never the romance type. I could barely talk to a guy or simply say "hello" without making a complete fool of myself. But he was different.

I had moved to Sydney, Australia when i was in 2nd grade. New house, new school, new life. A clean slate, a chance for me to start over. I was a social butterfly, believe it or not. I had gained a few friends in those first year at that school. Then my 6th grade year came around, and that's when i met him. His name was Michael. He was tall with wild cherry red hair, with a pair of lips almost the same color as his hair, white porcelain skin and bright green eyes. We had developed a pretty decent friendship.

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