Hello my name is Tiffany Wilkins. My mother's name is Charlotte Wilkins. I live in Washington, D.C. I have many friends not counting friends from other schools. I am allergic to lemons. My family moves a lot from place to place all over the United States. I go to Woodrow Wilson High. Today when I got home from school the house next to mine had someone new at it. A teenage boy my age and his mother. The boy's name was Tyler Jameson. I know because I saw him at my school today and started talking to him.
My mother said we should go over and say hi. She figured it would be good to become friends with the neighbor boy because, about a year ago my father died in a plane crash as a plane driver. There were a few survivors. My father always had a video camera in front so we could talk, and my mom said she remembers seeing them on the plane the day of the crash.
I thought my mother was right so I walked over on my own and asked the boy if he wanted to hangout. He said yes and we both rode our bikes to Ben & Jerry's. I ordered us both a double cream soda pop cone. [my favorite] After our treats I showed him the way back home
Days after that we became best friends maybe even more than that. On September the 3rd we both stayed up late and sneaked out of the house. He knew the town more than I thought and took me to a secret spot he created a month ago. There I found a romantic dinner. We both sat together to eat.
I told Tyler everything about me last month. After dinner, I decided to tell him my last secret, that I liked him. He started to flip out and told me we needed to get to the house quick to take me to the hospital. We made it home and my mother started to rush me to the hospital. Tyler and his mother came along. We made it to the hospital in time and I lived. Tyler apologizes to me and we made up. A week after that we started to date. Turns out the last girl that he liked killed his grandfather. And that is the story of how love almost killed me.
