I have some really good memories from before. ***** I met Abby in the seventh grade. I don’t remember when exactly, but that was the year all the school zones got realigned, so we ended up at the same middle… Continue Reading
Another two weeks passed and I was blissfully unaware that my new life as girlfriend extraordinaire was skidding out of control. Looking back, the warning signs were obvious: the unreturned calls, the unexplained excuses, the parties, the fights (mostly about… Continue Reading
So I did. For about a month, everything was normal. Well, not normal, exactly. I was, after all, dating the sexiest eighteen-year-old alive.