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Chapter 3: I could go on and on...

Now as you can see at this title name, I could go on and on about that little first grade year all the way through 3rd grade. However the next part of this story begins in that year. Now you are probably wondering, WHERES THE LOVE? Well congrats. You've made it. To the first second the love actually begins. It was December 1957.
" I don't want to move mom! Especially not there! " I complained to my mom.
" Claire Marie Andrews! Grab that box! The truck is waiting! " my said as she stormed off.
Gosh that day sucked for me. Oh you don't know? That house was the last place I wanted to be...
Neighbors with James. Yay.
Of course my brother was in for a treat. His best friends, one including James' older brother lived on that street.
As I moved boxes into that truck, I thought this would be the worst thing ever to happen to me.
Gosh was I wrong.
This would make me realize something I've never realized ever.
The drive was about a 5 minute drive. I'm pretty sure I was plotting how to kill my mother for this the whole way there.
When we arrived James and Hudson were in the road biking with my brother's friends, and there sisters. As we pulled into the drive way, I felt tingles run down my back. Then it was time to get out. I wanted to chain myself to the seat, but my mom would just cut the chain with her chain cutters... Yes my mother has chain cutters... Please don't ask.
" Hi Claire! " yelled Hudson.
" Oh crap.. " I mumbled to myself as I got out of the car.
I rushed into the house and locked the door tight. Of course I got yelled at for locking it later.. Oops.
That's how this next " situation " happened.

I guess you're really what's so important about this part. Well as time went on, we started to hang out more. We would go to the park, and have I love Lucy marathons, climb trees. Even go on the roof of my house.
Those were the times that made me happy that I had a friend. A friend like him.
I mean of course we had our bad moments.
He threw his frisbee at me... And his soccer ball... And almost ran me down with his bike... Ya that was a bad day for both Of us.. Any way. We were best friends for a long time.
Until one night.
We were in 4th grade. We were at my house and my parents were on a date. Everyone had come to our house. James and I were on the roof. Everyone else was down stairs. We had apple juice, crackers, and a radio up on that roof.
" Claire? " James asked.
" ya? " I replied.
" ...Have you ever liked anyone before? " he asked again.
" Not really.... Have you? "
" Ya. She was really pretty.. She still is. " he said looking at me.
At that point I knew who he was talking about.
" Uhh I'll be right back. "
I never came back...