She Loved Me Sweetly
HELLO PEOPLE! I have edited this story because my friends have given me the tips I needed to make it better. I want to thank my friends, mom, and teachers for inspiring me to edit this story and make it better. I also want to tell you why I made this story. It was because I was mad at this boy who I really liked but he only saw me as a really good friend. So I thought what if this all happened. So I created it as my dream/reality world I can escape to. Enjoy, comment, vote, fan. Bye :3
Chapter 1: Meeting Her
This is a story about a death. It isn’t a happy starting but if it wasn’t … then there wouldn’t be a story. Let us start from the beginning. My name is Marshal Scotts. I am in 7th grade with a hand full of friends from my old school. I didn’t officially know the one who died just yet. Heh, she wasn’t even a figment of my imagination. I go to D’evelyn Jr. /Sr. High school. I had just transferred from Evergreen middle school. I guess I was happy I got in; D’evelyn was supposedly a great school to get accepted in.
Today was the first day of school. I woke up at 6 o’clock and got ready for the day. I put on some shorts and a t-shirt, then went and put on some tennis shoes and went down stairs for my bag and a quick breakfast. My sister was going to be driving us to school today since she wanted more ‘practice’ with her driving. She had just received her new driver’s license. God, I hope we don’t crash on the way there. I was in the kitchen sitting on one of the bar stools when I asked,
“So … Mom are you hoping we don’t crash today with Sara’s driving?”
“Marshal! Don’t say that about Sarah. You should have more faith in your sister’s driving. She spent a lot of time getting ready for it. Your poor father had to help teach her, too. He did a good job.” Mom said with surprise.
“I would feel better if you drove today and even if Dad taught her I still don’t feel safe with her behind the wheel. We’re all going to crash before we get to school.”
Just then my sister Sarah came walking in all confident. She acted as if she had been behind the wheel forever and she was a natural. My dad came in following after her. He didn’t look too well at all, must have been from his and Sarah’s road trip yesterday. Dad stumbled his way to his comfy boy and sat down reclining it back and picked up the newspaper nearby to read.
“Yeah right Marshal, we are going to get to school one way or another in one piece just like daddy said we would. Right Dad?” she asked with enthusiasm.
“Huh… Yeah you sure are, darling.” Dad replied dryly and confused. He really didn’t care as long as we got to school safely and the car didn’t blow up. He slowly looked at us.
