- Reads 200
- Votes 2
- Parts 1
- Time 9m
Ongoing, First published Feb 02, 2014
I stood in front of his stone clutching red, black, and dark pink roses in my hands. 'Michael Leanard Aris, A remarkable husband, father, and hero' was engraved in the front. Each of these roses meant something. Black: death and farewell. Red: love, courage, and respect. Dark Pink: appreciation and gratitude. I bent down in front of his stone and placed each down. I kissed the stone and walked away, clutching the angel necklace around my neck. I changed after that day, I'm shy and quiet now. I'm not like other girls in this generation. I promised my dad the day of my birthday I'd wait until I was married to have sex. And I never break my promises ~~~~ "Whoever can get in Hope's pants gets $1,200. If the others lose we both have to pay $1,200 to the winner. Deal?" "Deal." We all said at the same time. "Then let the game begin." (Im bad with descriptions sorry!) COMMENT, VOTE, FOLLOW, and READAll Rights Reserved
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