(THIS IS MY FIRST EVER WRITTEN AND COMPLETED BOOK - PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK LOL)
Cover by @FlowerOfCamelis
Margaret Anderson had suffered when she was six. Her best friend had moved away. Although it took her awhile to get back in the usual rou...
As I sat in my bedrooms window seat, I thought about Corny. I kept comparing his six year old self to his seventeen year old self. They were two completely different people. I couldn't believe how much he had changed...
I don't know how I've changed, though. I feel the same, look the same, act the same, pretty much am the same, yet he doesn't remember me. He's changed so much that he's a completely different person, yet I know exactly who he is. I recognized him immediately.
Kinda sad, huh?
I sighed before hauling myself out of the window. It can't be helped, right? I should just forget about it. I should've forgotten about him eleven years ago just like he did to me.
"Meg, honey, you need to get ready for school!" Mom called. I didn't say anything, as this was a usual everyday thing. I hurried into my closet where I put on a long sleeve purple crop top and high waisted jeans. Then, I tamed my wild curls and brushed my teeth. Finally, I hurriedly threw on a pair of socks and black tennis shoes before running downstairs.
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"Mom, do you think I can skip breakfast today?" I asked. I was silently begging because I wasn't a breakfast kind of person.
"Sorry, hun, you know breakfast is the most important meal of the day," she said while handing me a couple oranges. Mom had her curls in a tight bun on the top of her head. Some of her hair was too short to fit in the bun, so it framed her face perfectly.
I sighed, grabbed my backpack from the counter, and slung it over my shoulder. "See you later, Mom. Love you."
"Love you too. Now, get to school!" I smiled before heading outside. I'm seventeen and I have my license, but Mom doesn't like me driving when I can get exercise. I'm totally fine with that, though. I would be lying if I said I hated walking. It's refreshing.
As I started walking, I heard an all-too-familiar voice yell, "Hey, babe!" I looked across the street and saw Corny jogging my way. He came to a stop in front of me and smiled. "Hi, neighbor. Where are you going this fine autumn morning?"
I couldn't hide the smile that spread across my face as I said, "School, duh."
"Oh my gosh! Me too," he said. I rolled my eyes at his childishness. "So, where do you go to school?"
"I go to Great River High," I said.
"Cool! Me too," he said.
"Sweet," I said. Corny turned and pulled something out of his bag and started eating it. A scent I'm too familiar with wafted into my nose and I immediately gagged. "Is that peanut butter?" I asked while covering my nose and mouth.
He chewed for a little longer before swallowing. "Yep. Want some?" he asked, gesturing to the sandwich.
