I didn't think I would do it. I had talked to my dad and mom about McCall and hockey tryouts and I really thought I could resist and stay home. But, like always, I gave in.
I packed my bag around 6am on Thursday morning. If I was smart, I would be sleeping. But my parents encouraged me to go. I left the house an hour later and said goodbye to my mom, dad had already gone to work.
And then I found myself driving to Hazel's. Somehow, I remembered where she lived. When I pulled up the driveway I found her sitting on her front porch. She wore jean shorts, a black shirt, and had a black baseball cap on her head. She didn't have shoes on. Instead they were sitting right beside her duffle bag of stuff.
I put my truck in park and then got out and walked up to her.
"Hello Pepperwhit." Hazel said, standing up.
"Hey Hazel."
She grinned, "I knew you'd come through."
I let a sigh escape my lips, "I knew you knew. Ready to go?" I asked.
Hazel nodded. "Yes of course." She replied with a smile.
I bent down and picked up her duffle and then began to walk to the truck, letting her follow behind. She jumped into the passenger seat as I tossed her bag into the bed of the truck next to mine.
Not two minutes later were we driving on the road, McCall, Idaho in the GPS, and the oldies radio station playing music I didn't know.
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Red Chevrolet
Teen FictionI was a normal kid. My life was normal, my school was normal, my job was normal. I had good grades, I was making money, I was making my parents proud. Everything was great. Until the day that Hazel Maeve Reddish jumped in my truck and demanded I bro...
