Living doesn't make life it's death that makes it life'
That summer I lost A.J. Not only as a freind but a lover after days of convincing she agreed to 'date' me. I was happy she said yes but things never changed she would continue her hugs and an occasional kiss on the cheek, but it was as it was a nonexistant romance. Days passed and she would come and go. She made some very unique freinds that summer. We did everything but they did it better. They were like that girl in her book. All punk like. They wore dark colors with peircings and ink littered carelessly over their pale skins. There was this chacolate skinned boy who wasn't like them. Of course he was peirced and had several tattoos but like A.J put it he had a light in his eye. He warned me of their ways giving subtle hints when I went to pick up A.J from Ethan's house. Maybe if i had taken his warnings A.J would still be mine. It started slowly. She would be gone for hours then a day soon enough she didn't come back and even Clara didn't know where her daughter went. The cops were soon involved and even they gave up. All her clothes were packed and nothing left for evidence of a struggle. It was four years later that she returned. Her writing career had blown up, in a good way. She looked different . But no longer her different. Her hair had grown longer and were in French braids pulled across to rest on her chest. Her clothes before was bright and feminine now it's dark and warning as if saying caution. She wore spikes every thing had spikes from the jewelry to the shoes. She wasn't my A.J anymore she was claimed.
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Someone To Remember
Novela JuvenilA.J wasn't like all the other girls out there. She was one of a kind. Though only i ever saw she was a good kind of different. She was -is still- beautiful. She had these peircing brown eyes and skin to match. Brilliant, i had called her about ever...
