I arrive at the park. I look around to see if Blake was anywhere to be seen. I walk to the swing sets and he has a picnic set up. He such a great friend. I have no idea what I would do without him.
"Hey"
"Hellooooo" he says.
"What is this all about?"
"I wanted to tell you in person. I thought maybe over the phone or through text would be a little....I don't know...rude?"
Oh Blake. Never know what's to say. I liked him when we first became friends. I don't know something about his dark brown hair with natural highlights and hazel eyes got to me. I don't know if I've lost feelings for him. I like to look back and think of what would of happened it I had told him.
"Rach! Rach!"
Darn it. Why do I keep doing that?
"Is everything okay with you Rach?"
He was the only one that called me that. I never allowed anyone else to because it was just really awkward.
"Yeah. Yeah. What did you want to talk to me about again?"
"Come on let's take a walk." He says as he gets up.
We start to walk. We talk about practice and he talks about baseball practice.
"So. I've been thinking."
"About what, Blake?" I say to him.
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Teen Fiction16 year old Rachel has the perfect life or so she thinks, until she's murdered by the person she least expects it from. She's dead, but her spirit is still here. She knows tons of secrets, but then again there are tons of secrets about herself she d...
