It's about a girl in love with a bad boy but she knows it's wrong. She's trying to keep her distance by starting over.
You'll have to read to find out description not that good.
It's been two week since I moved and I already had to take a break from school. I basically have done nothing but go to the park to think and draw. Every time I went all my mine went to was him and then I find myself surrounded with sketches of him. It's not like it was a bad thing but I was here to make a fresh start for myself and that means forgetting all about him. So as I'm walking from the park I get tackle by a Siberian husky causing my drawings to scattered and leaving me hounded over by this big dog. As I'm laying here all I could think about is that this is it my life is ending because of this big creature.
"Gypsy! Gypsy off girl!" I heard a voice say. As the dog removed itself from over me, I just laid there staring at the light that was above me. Until someone lean over me pulling me from my daze.
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"Are you ok? Here let me help you up." He says as he helps me to my feet. " I'm so sorry, I don't know what has gotten into Gypsy today."
"No, it's ok, I'm ok", I said as I picked up my papers.
"Nice sketches", he stated as he handed me the drawings. "Who's the guy, is he like your boyfriend", he asked still helping me gather my drawings.
"No", I answered while walking away after thanking him for helping me.
"Wait I didn't get your name", he said trying to catch up to me. "My name is Jason by the way or you can call me Jase". He said stopping in front of me.
"Waverley", I said walking around him.
"Maybe I'll see you around", he yelled after me.
"Yea, maybe", I return.
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As I'm laying in bed I can't help but think that I have to go back to that place tomorrow since my week of freedom is up. I just dread the thought of it but willing to make a effort due to the promise I made my mom. Who knows it could go well tomorrow now that I have my mind cleared and open. Maybe I get along with "Mr Francis", who I'm I kidding its me we're talking about.
