A basketball landed in my hands. Jerry was attempting to block me from shooting the ball.
I stepped back and got ready to make a swish. I aimed for the hoop--
"You know the girl who joined our class this year?"
I chucked the ball harder than I meant too. It airballed. I rolled my eyes. "You mean...the brown-haired girl?" It hurt even to say her name.
"You know her?"
I knew her all too well. Memories I didn't want to remember flooded my mind.
"Hello? Liam, you listening?" Jerry tapped me.
"What?"
"The new girl, Harmony? Do you think she-"
I hit him with a deadly glance, "Shut up and change the topic, dude."
"Fine." Jerry looked at me, confused. Then he went to chase after the ball that had rolled into the street.
I checked my watch, "It's getting late, I should better head home."
Jerry shot a 3-pointer, "OK, see you tomorrow."
I nodded to him, "See ya!" I began the walk home, dodging cars and jaywalking through some streets. I reached the next block.
That's when I saw her...
I took a different route home that night.
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Scars from the Impossible
Teen FictionIt's Impossible! Thats what Harmony and Liam have always told themselves... It's impossible-- to forget... to forgive... to win... to love... But when will they learn that just because it seems impossible doesn't mean it really is? --- Co-written wi...
