2. Time flies
December 25 1998 it was my first Christmas that I could remember. I remember the feeling of pure joy as I opened my presents, the best one by far was the red wagon. the wagon was brand new it was all for me it's brand new red and shiny Paint. I fell in love with it at first sight. I went every where with it, it was best friend before I had one. I rode down hills and brought it with me on adventures through the woods. It was great collecting rocks letting my brother pull me around and up hills it was the best present I can remember. Thanks to it I met her I met her Alice she was beautiful every at a young age I had fallen in love with her she lived quite a way down the road but I wa more then willing to walk it everyday to see her. It was great those days we played in the forest swam in the pond I pulled her in my red wagon I loved the way she smiled when we rode down a hill her smile wa s'more beauty then I could ever ask for. Years past and me and her grew closer as time went on we went to school and grew and as she grew the more beautiful she became. My wagon is still working I handed it down to my little brother and told him all the fun I had had with it. I loved to see him fall in love with it like me. As school progressed I helped Alice with math the one thing she sucked at we became best friends insuperable. I loved her more with everyday then came the day I bought a bunch of flowers and dressed up as I went to her house as I knocked she came to the door in all her beauty and I handed her the flowers he smiled as she asked what these were for I said just wait and come with me. I grabbed her hand as she followed me to the pond where I had set up our picnic it was set up just how I wanted she smiled and said this is amazing thank you. I looked at her and took both her hands as i looked at her in eyes. Alice I known you for years now and each time I see you I get this flutter in my heart that I want to myself and I want to see you smile everyday so I can make you happy Alice... Will you be mine she smiled and said with a smile why should I do that were best friends met and you I want nothing more sorry but we can still be friends.
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