Months went by. We didn't live in New Mexico anymore. Now we were living in Arizona. We all changed our names and identities. I, who was once Cameron Ann Morgan, am now Macey McHenry. Jack Morgan was now Preston McHenry.
Preston who was now turning 15 helped me a lot. He was the only person that could really understand me and the pain I was going through. After what happened with Rebbeca I was never the same. I felt different and my closest people said I looked different. That my light brown hair has turned darker, my hazel eyes were now brown and that the brightness in my eyes was gone. Of course it was gone. After a year I got over Rebbeca's death. And so did Preston. That year's summer, Preston volunteered at a hospital. He said that the reason he chose to was to help sick people. He would always talk about how he imagined himself reading books to little kids or even teaching them fun stuff but what he never imagined was that he would fall in love.
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As The Wind Goes By
Fiction généraleThis is the story of a girl who has been through so much in her life that she tries to end it and how slowly her wounds begin to heal. WARNING: This story contains rape, sex, and controversial topics
