My name is Mackenzie. I was born on October 22nd 1940 in America. The year is 1956 and I'm spending the summer at a cabin with my best friend. We have known each other since kindergarten. He's only a week or so older. I moved to England right before kindergarten so he was my first and only friend.
"C'mon!"He yelled.
I grabbed my suitcase and we got in his aunt's car. She dropped us off. My parents were in Florida for a couple weeks. John grabbed my hand and we went inside.
"Woah,"I gasped.
"Pretty big,"John smiled.
He plopped on the couch and I sat in the chair.
"We should go swimming,"John suggested.
"I'm not really comfortable-"
"Why?"
"Just ya know,"I shrugged.
"Scared yer to fat or somethin?"
"Yeah,"I nodded.
"Yer as skinny as you can get."
"John-"
"Did those girls tell ya yer fat?"
"Yes."
"They're just jealous."
He went through my suitcase and threw me my bikini. I ran to the bathroom and changed. I met him outside and we walked to the lake.
"Ya look perfect."
I rolled my eyes and took my glasses off. He pushed me in.
"Hey!"I yelled.
He laughed and jumped in.
"Ya should've seen yer face,"He smiled.
"Whatever,"I pushed him.
I swam away but he threw me over his shoulder. He got out and jumped in with me in his arms. I gasped for air.
"Are ya okay?"He asked with a worried look on his face.
"Yeah,"I nodded.
"Ya sure?"
"Yeah. Just need some air,"I got out and placed my feet in the water.
He sat next to me. I looked at him. I have had a crush on him for a couple of years and I knew he would never like me back. He was just there for me when no one else was.
"Hungry?"He asked.
"Yeah."
"Let's get some ice cream from the parlor. It's only a couple minutes away."
"Okay,"I nodded.
I fried off and put some shorts on over my bottoms. I put my sandals on and braided my hair. He put on a t-shirt and some shoes. We walked to the parlor and I ordered a chocolate ice cream cone. We walked back while eating.
"Have you ever wondered if you've already spoken to your husband or wife?"John asked.
"Yeah. I bet she's gorgeous,"John smiled.
"That's exactly what you deserve, a gorgeous, caring wife,"I said.
"If any man hurts ya he's dead, ya deserve the best,"John cocked an eyebrow.
I giggled.
"I'm serious. Promise me you'll never let a man hurt ya."
"I promise."
