"She had this way about her, a way I could never begin to describe. She was so beautiful when she was angry. She was hypnotizing when she was happy. She was so ambitious, so inspiring. She made me want to be a better person. This girl was like a dru...
"We all have someone we never speak of. Someone who meant so much, that even breathing their name makes your soul tremble with memories and pain." ~Nikita Gill
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Harley's POV
I sat beside the large pond, green grass in my small hands. I couldn't help but pull the grass from the ground as a frown remained on my face. I remained in a bright yellow tank top with a pretty ladybug on the front and my favorite light green shorts. My dark brown hair stayed in braided pigtails, Fiona did it for me this morning.
I glanced around the park, trying to spot my blonde mother. I squinted as I tried to see past the people surrounding the park. Mom said she'd be back in ten minutes but that was three hours ago.
"Hey are you okay?" I looked up to see a boy around my age, maybe a year older standing over me, blocking the harsh summer sun.
"Yeah. I just don't know where my mom is." I told him as I looked around again, still unable to spot the woman.
"How old are you?" The brown haired boy asked.
"Six." I muttered.
"What's your name?" He asked. I rolled my hazel eyes, this boy was nosy.
"Harley."
"If you want I can help you find your mom." The boy told me. I pressed my lips into a thin line as I questioned if I should take him up on his offer. I stood from my spot next to the blue colored pond and nodded my head at the boy.
"Okay, thanks." I told him. He smiled, showing me the gap in his teeth. I smiled a little at the sight of his two front teeth being missing. The tan boy extended his hand toward me. I raised my eyebrows in questioning but soon accepted his hand in mine. "What's your name?" I asked as we began walking the grassy hills.
"Bentley. Bentley Milkovich." He told me with a smile on his face. His smile seemed to be contagious because the second the smile appeared on his face one appeared on mine as well. "What does your mom look like?" He asked. I shrugged my shoulders at the boy.
"She blonde, taller then us..." I spoke, making the boy named Bentley laugh. "What?" I asked, unsure why the strange boy was laughing at me.
"Taller than us? That only limits it to more than half the people here!" He exclaimed with a light chuckled. My mouth opened wide as I stared at the young blue eyed boy. He though he was so funny didn't he?
"I'm just trying to describe her. Let me continue." I sassed as I hit his arm lightly.
"Ow!"
"That didn't hurt." I said, with a roll of my eyes.
"How would you know?" He asked as he grabbed his shoulder, mocking me in a way.
