Hey. I'm Aubrey.
Yeah, stupid name, I know, but my Mum gave me it and it's one of the few things I have left of her. She died when I was eight; young enough to be completely naive of her illness yet old enough to feel the nauseating pain of her absence.
Ironically, that's not what got her in the end.
I remember her last words and they haunt me in my dreams. Her beautiful voice gets distorted in my head, mingling with the scream of car tyres... But that's another story.
I'm going to tell you about ... about- about him. The one who ruined me.
I didn't see it coming and that in itself was slightly odd... I always knew exactly what was happening next. Everything was planned in my little red book. The one my Mum gave to me. It was hers once; she bought it in India whilst on her travels (that was her "wish" from the Wish Foundation...) Yeah, I thought that was only for kids too. My mum must have been a special exception.
Anyway.
It all started on a bright Autumny day in October. The day the new kid started.
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Aubrey Timone
Teen FictionSo, there's this boy that I know and the way he looks at me makes me feel safe... The way he laughs makes me smile too and the way he talks gives me butterflies, just about everything about him makes me happy. There's just one thing about him that m...
