Her Past, Her Future

Hello my fellow writers and readers! :) My name is Kylie and I am the author of this story, I plan on updating at least once a week. I am very excited to be writing and publishing another story on wattpad. My other stories I have lost interest in. But please do check out my story called My Diary. It is in fact my personal Diary and I didn't change names or anything it's all factual info.

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On my way walking back home from Maggie's house I seemed to get lost. I didn't reconsize these street lights, these building. I guess I was too caught thinking about the past and the last time I was here to realize I must have turned on to many wrong streets. I'm awoken again from my thoughts by thunder. Great I got myself lost and now it's going to start raining. How prefect. Oh look here comes the rain, I say to myself with such arrenvasion in my voice. Right when I said that the rain started to fall. and by fall, I mean pour.

So here I am lost and drenched in water. I stop and look around. I see a small little house across the street. I dash to it as quick as my 16 year old legs will let me. Once I get there I nock on the door at a rapid rate. Keep in mind that it's around 11:30 at night. after about 10 knocks I hear footsteps gert closer to the door. I see someone pull back a curtain that was blocking me from seeing inside. I saw what looked like an old lady. Next thing I hear is the door open and the lady's voice.

" Oh you poor young lady, Come inside I'll make you some hot coco," She kindly says.

" Oh thank you so much, I was walking back home from my friends and I got lost and then it started to rain." I said back to the kind lady.

She loked at me for a moment and said " Your soaking wet, I'll get my grandson to fetch you a towel."

" Thank you Mrs......"

" Thacher"

"Thank you Mrs. Thacher" I said. I looked around her little home in which I was currendly in the liitle kitchen.

"Ian! We have a guest please go fetch a nice big towel and bring in to me." Mrs. Thacher said to someone named Ian who I'm guessing is her grandson.

A boy was hair that was blonde and long but not long at the same time. He had the hair of a surfer but the style of cloths as a normal teenage boy. He looked to be around my age maybe 16 or 17. Something about him was fimallier. But I didn't know what it was until he skope up.

" Hears the towel." He said to me. That's when I knew why he looked fimilar. He was Ian Kingsley. My Ian. Or well he kinda was a long time ago. He was the guy I always texted back in middle school. He was my best friend, crush, and so much more. I never met him in real life. And when I moved to Florida me and him lost contact. The last time I texted him was over for years ago.

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