The first group The Avenue, a we're not afraid to get into a rough and tumble with anyone group. Usually found in the gym, on the fields, or somewhere where they can work out or play sports. Likes to work for things, but are very short tempered.
The second group The Boulevard, a high class, we're better than everyone, don't touch us we might break a nail group. Usually found at the mall, at a high society party or having their picture taken. Likes things handed to them on a silver platter.
Everyone else knows to stay away from either group. Schools know who to keep from who and do so at all costs. Mixing Boulevards and Avenues never ended well. At least not until recently.
The Boulevards and the Avenues weren't always at odds, my grandmother tells me all the stories her great grandmother told about the Avenues and how nice they were. They never told me what changed everything. I've always wondered. Oliver is such a nice guy I don't understand where their bad rep comes from.
School, the place Oliver and I met. Walking to second-period, also my homeroom classroom. Like all the Avenues he likes to tease the Boulevard boys. Taunt and tease them. Imagine your prep guys, and that's the Boulevard boys. Then the Avenue boys wear ripped jeans, sleeveless tees, and basically anything that's not preppy. The Boulevard girls are the fashion trend setters, always wearing the latest and the greatest. Designer this designer that. Avenue girls, think biker girls, and rebel girls, short mini skirts, short low cut crop tops, leather clad skirts, spiked boots and jewelry. There's no worry trying to decipher one group from the other. Only problem is when you're in the middle not on one side or the other.
My name is Marisa I'm a Boulevard, my boyfriend Oliver, you guessed it, an Avenue. Your classic Romeo and Juliet syndrome, but it didn't start out that way.
Our families are life long members to our groups. Oliver's parents met through the Avenue. Mine met through the Boulevard. My father happens to be a rich successful CEO my mother a stay at home mom, his mother runs non-profit organizations, his father owns all the gyms across Avenue Junction, just four blocks down from Boulevard Crossing.
This is my Romeo and Juliet story.
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