Ms. Ally was reading her favorite novel when I arrived at the restaurant. She'd already ordered a cup of tea herself and was now quietly reading. Her eyes scanned the pages slowly, but quicker than I could.
     When she noticed me, she read the last few sentences of the page and closed the book, apologizing for not noticing me. I told her I didn't mind. I didn't know what her expression meant, but it seemed between shame and irritation, as she couldn't finish the chapter.
     "Why are you here?" she asked quietly. I made eye contact, confused, as I thought she knew I'd come. It was years ago when we made the appointment, of course
     "I never break a promise." I smiled quickly, but her frown stopped me.
     "They said you wouldn't come. They said you'd forget." A flicker of pain in her eyes. "Forget me."
     "I will never forget you, Ally."

The rest of the afternoon, we spent talking about everything and nothing. She told me about her new life, her job.
     "I'm a writer," she said. I grinned. I'd never imagined a girl like her becoming a writer, but even in high school she had a great imagination. I thought of her behind a desk, staring at a piece of paper. If she'd told me this all those years ago, I would have thought it was a joke.
     But she was always nothing like the others.

» I'm Allise, a seventeen-year-old girl who loves to write. Feel free to PM me anytime.