The Senior Year Crisis

Prologue

Prologue : Jeremy

Jeremy O'Harra. That's my name. I live in Buffalo, New York. I'm 16 years old. I am currently studying at Springlake High.

I'm with my best friend, Kim Sanders. She's been my bestfriend since 3rd grade. We hung out together, laughed together, even cried together.

We've been through thick and thin, considering I was one of the last people to be there to comfort her after both her parents died.

She always stayed positive, in spite of her situation.

Kim was one of those people who would have this smile on, all day long. She was loved by everyone around her not because she was an orphan, but because she always had this aura of approachability that makes you feel as if you've been friends since childhood.

And her laugh, is something that I would never pass a day without. I really can't describe it. It makes you want to laugh along. It makes you happy.

Her aunt has done a good job of standing as the mother of Kim. She's given her a good home, education, and all the necessities that the modern teen needs.

She also arranged Kim to be sent to New Zealand to go to a college there. Where the rest of her relatives are.

I, on the other hand have a life planned ahead of me. After highschool, I'm going to be sent to Yale. To study law.

I was getting everything that I ever dreamed of.

But one night, something strange occured to me. I was nervous. Sweat continuously escaped my pores. 

It was a sense of total uncomfort.

I tried to think. But I couldn't. 

Something was bothering me.

My heart was racing. My lungs, nearing the point of expiration.

Then, it hit me.

I was nearing a big wall that I've never noticed before.

It all came back to me. All the years full of bliss and joy. All the times I've ever been through something I can't handle alone..

Kim was always there. To support me.  To guide me. To stay with me no matter what.

And now, I find my self in a crisis.

We're about to graduate and I think I've fallen in love with her.

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