As we pulled into the driveway i can't seem to stop think about the chestnut haired boy.What was his name? Is he real hair chestnut color or is dye? Did he move he from so foreign place? I started to rethink the last one why would anybody move to California,Winter forest ."hon so who was that boy you seem to stare at" mom asked in her motherly voice i strugged my shoulders i looked down at the gravel my cheeks must have turned pink that gave me a way for sure. I flop on my unmade bed my shoes are in rows moms doing of course i shut my eyes but i saw his face again i woke up to a smell of broccoli and chicken casserole i headed for the stairs takeing them one at a time mom already had my bowl set up in it usual place fill up with casserole. Her eye's seem to wander to his place at the table i know she miss him her face and body had no emotions i made sure i stepped on the creaking stair mom to notarized of my presence jumped out of her emotionless trans.
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Gone Girl
RandomHer love has gone, leaving her in the aftermath of love, sickness, and self doubts. Will the memories haunt her waking moments, or will she find him in her self?
