First Love

[[Authors Note: READ THIS. Mild language.

Gabi: HIIIIIIIIII welcome to the most dramatic love horror murder story ever! I'm just kidding about the murder. Kinda. Hehe murder. MURDERMURDERMURDER I want a murder of crows to follow me everywhere I go. AMBIANCE! Are you writing all of this?

Summer: Yep.

Gabi: *Sighs deeply* Right. Well I'm not going to the looney bin any time soon.

Summer: BULL SHEET!

Gabi: BITCH. Unless somebody trying to rat me out. stabstabstabstab. Poke boob. stabstab.

Summer: FINISH YOUR GOD DAMNED NOTE AND STOP POKING ME IN THE BOOB, BETCH.

Gabi: So I can still stab you?

Summer: No. FINISH. THE. FUCKING. NOTE.

Gabi: *gasp* okay okay! Dear Wattpadianers or whatever you call yourselves this book will be dramatic. It will make you cry! From laughter, sadness, fear, and shame from peeing in your pants. It will be filled with DRAMA

Summer: *echoes* drama, drama, dramaaaa

Gabi: ROMANCE

Summer: romance romance romance

Gabi: PRANKS!

Summer: FINISH THE NOTE, NOTE, NOTE, NOTE

Gabi: And sexy times. Yeahhh.

Summer: Seeing as we start this book with CHILDREN I wouldn't say that.

Gabi: You gotta hook 'em in!

Summer: If that hooks them I don't want them reading our stuff. Or near us. You know what if that hooked you jump off a cliff and die, no one likes you.

Gabi: You're such a fucking downer. LET ME HAVE THIS.

Summer: FINE.

Gabi: Dear everyone, please just enjoy the story. END OF AUTHORS NOTE]]

by the way this story is by Kurohana :) Summer just edits.

FIRST LOVE

by KUROHANA

Chapter 1 - Beginnings

It all started with a tire swing. It was the only one in the neighborhood, in front of the house that’s been on the market for God knows how long. No one was going to move into it; there are rumors someone died in it. I don’t believe it. The big kids always tell me stuff like that, just to scare me. So I didn’t care; I was going to swing as much as I wanted to.

It was a nice day with a warm breeze. Swinging on the tire swing was the only way to stay cool today, so I had already been on it all day when the van pulled up in front of the house. I watch, confused, when two grownups got out of the moving van and looked at the house like it was some grand prize they won in a contest. I stopped swinging, wondering if they saw me.

“What do you think, Jackie?” the older woman asked.

I watched as the moving van opened one of its doors again and out came a pretty little girl. She was about my age, with black hair and grey-green eyes. She stopped in front of the house and scanned the yard. Her eyes roamed over the yard, eventually falling over me. I was still frozen on the tire swing. I saw her eyes narrow.