"Ready or not, here I come!" I heard Jerry yell from The Counting Post as we called it. Every Sunday after mass we would play hide and seek-tag. It was fun as long as you didn't get found.
"KIDS!!!! TIME TO COME IN!!" What a kill joy. The only bad thing about Sunday was Sunday class. I didn't have any friends in my class, my friends were all older than me, they were my brother's age. I had to sit through an hour of the teacher talking and the only people in my class were girls. I guess 2000 was a bad year for boys. I walked in the class room and I was surprised, I almost thought I had gotten the wrong room because there, sitting at the desk was a blonde boy looking at his hands on the desk. I walked over to him, maybe I would have a friend now, maybe I wouldn't have to choose one of the snobby girls during group projects.
"Hi! I'm Summer!!" I put out my hand for him to shake. He looked up at me, his eyes were a dark blue. He looked me up and down. I had changed out of the dress my mom had made me wear long ago and now I wore jean overalls and my favorite striped shirt. The boy's eyes searched me for a few more seconds.
"Joey." His voice was rough, with a touch of sadness.
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Truce
Teen FictionSummer is an average teenager, not expecting anything new, just wanting to get out of high school so she can be free. Her plan is going well until she is reminded of someone she wanted to forget.
