The Chronicles of Us

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I didn't know
what
I was thinking.
Why would I let some
perfect
teenage boy
with most likely
raging hormones
stay in my room?
Why would I tell him
"Okay"
to come back?
Yeah,
he may have been
gorgeous
and innocent looking,
but that could be
his tool.
How many girls a day
got raped
and murdered
by an innocent,
beautiful
boy?
And to make things worse,
I never even told my mom.
I've always been a good liar,
though.
(Not that I was lying by not telling them about Hayes)
But I was always
good at bluffing.
I used to play cards
with my three cousins
back home
in California.
My one cousin,
Channing,
who had been
my best friend
since I was little,
had always been
my partner
no matter the game.
He told me either
I'd get into
a lot of trouble
with that poker face,
or I'd get out of a lot trouble.
I hoped the second.

It just so happened
that my mom
had been asked to play a part as this dramatic lawyer
in this new TV show,
"The Glorious Ones"
which would call for her to
transfer to Virginia.
She got the main roll,
and it paid
twice
the amount
that she was being paid
with the last roll she had.
Of course
we both knew
what a new
acting job
would cost.
We'd have to give up
practically
all of the time
we'd have,
plus
a new house
and a new school.
We'd have
different lives.
But my mother
knew
I was going to graduate soon,
and I needed money
for college.
I had also
lived in the same house
all of my life,
so my mother
thought it was
time for a change.
A change was also needed
to forget what happened.
I had a sister once.
She looked a lot
like my mom.
She was going to the store
last Thanksgiving
to get more teabags.
I guess
she couldn't see
very well
do to the rain,
so the edge
of the bridge
looked a little farther away
than what it appeared.
My
sister
died
when
she
was
seventeen.
She barely
had a chance
of life,
she had a
scholarship
to Stanford
and a
heart full
of ambition,
but she left
too early.

But then
I was there.
Back to thinking of him.
God,
I
didn't
even
know
the
boy.

I was writing
in my notebook
when I heard it.
"Tap, tap, tap..."
It was from
my window. .
Pebbles.
Classic.
I opened
the window,
and there he was.
That
dark
haired
boy.
"I thought I told you to knock on the door." I said.
"I forgot how to knock."
God,
how
I
laughed.
"I'll come to the back porch."
I said.