(This entire book is dedicated to Annabella. She's absolutely lovely in every way possible. I love you girl)
One extraordinarily exhilarating day, I was sitting in my attic staring at a blank spot on the wall I hadn't painted yet. After a bit, I still couldn't muster up any creativity so I climbed out the circular window and took my place on the roof. It was a boiling day outside but as usual I didn't complain and only thought about the hideous sunburn I would have. My parents didn't allow me to sit on the roof but, like I said before, I didn't like my parents. That basically means I ignored their wishes whenever I could; which was not very often, 'cause they scared me. But it helped that they worked everyday from 8:00 am to 9:00 pm most nights.
I know that sounds wimpy and stupid but its true. You have your reasons and I have mine. Leave me alone.
Anyway, I was sitting there for twenty or thirty minutes when this boy walks out of the house across the street, sees me, walks to my front yard, and then plops down in the grass and stares at me.
And get this: after about 30 seconds of just straight staring at each other, he says, "I'm Mac, I just moved in across the street, and do you happen to have orange juice?" . I am pretty sure my head just exploded then from not knowing who this guy was and why his butt was planted in my front yard and what the heck he was doing asking for orange juice.
So, naturally being me, I said "I'll be right down".
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Short Lived Life
Novela JuvenilLet's make this short: I'm Gerry, I'm a girl, and my life was short (metaphorically). But I never got to share my story. I never got to sit in front of a campfire, surrounded by my grandchildren, telling my story. I never got to tell my best friend...
