Wren raced home after Autumn did so he could finish all of his homework before he headed over. Being that she was his first friend here he wanted to make a good impression on her family and his own.
He had this feeling of joy and could not focus again on his studies because of a small giddy girl who could never understand biology.
He fancied Autumn.
Yet somehow he managed to finish his homework before his dad told him to get ready to leave.
Forgotten was the sneakily written phone number in the corner of his notebook that was Autumns.
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The Forgotten
Short Story"Every day something is forgotten." It could be as big as a birthday or as little a paper clip left on the floor... It is forgotten. It happens.
