Every summer Billies's school closed, and must to her discomfort she was sent to her grandparents house. Her parents weren't home, she didn't want to be alone. She resented her parents for leaving her with family they rarely talked to, the small talk at the dinner table was uncomfortable even as a child. But once she meet him she new that summers would be beautiful. Wayward was two years older than her, and a few inches taller, he lived in what could only be described as a picket fence neighbourhood. He was not some "I don't fit in clique" and she was no bad ass rebel, they were children trying to be themselves. He saw in her something he as a child could never understand- a beautiful soul. She was a girl, he was a boy. I wasn't love, it was friendship.All Rights Reserved
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