Memories,sweet memories.They are the reasons for the smiles on our faces, the sparkle in our eyes,the reasons we laugh.
Claire keeps her memories in numerous forms, pictures,journals,recordings etc.
It's her form of therapy,but there's one memory sh...
Sometimes There Is No Next Time,No Second Chance,No Time Out. Sometimes It Is Now Or Never.
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Chapter 17
Saturday.
The most relaxing day of them all.
I live for Saturdays.
What do I do on a Saturday?
Laze around, wearing baggy trackpants, or yoga pants with sweat shirts and messy buns.
Watching series, or movies and eating junk.
Occasionally, studying too.
I know it's the weekend, I shouldn't study, but my grades need to maintain it's pretty picture.
And today.
I had to go to a party, with Brianna.
She said, her Nana came over and whipped up some home made recipe, for this really hot soup, kinda thing and not only did it leave her mouth on fire, but kicked that flu in the nuggets.
I jumped out of bed and neatly made it, in a quick motion.
My mom was at home today and my dad is going fishing, with Uncle Sam.
His brother.
Yeah my Uncle Sam was the youngest, the craziest.
Sometimes, I'd like to think he's still a child in a man's body.
I chuckle, at that remark and check my phone.
There was three text, from Brianna, two from AJ, one from Maria and one from Todd.
I texted everyone back, leaving Todd for last. As they say, leave the best for last.
Woodster_360 ~• Heyy, Sunshine.
Oreo_Muncher_09 Morning, Darling!°~
Woodster_360 ~• Darling? Well, someone woke up on the right side of the bed.
