You're a 16 years old girl, you hear someone scream your name. You turn around and see your mom in tears, you've never seen her that happy! It was the cutest thing ever...she hugged you and you fell in tears as well. "I'm so happy to see you again. My little girl...or can I still call you that after traveling for a year on your own?" she said after 10 minutes of hugging and crying. "Of course you said, you are my mom." I love her so much, after my dad died I only had her left. She was, is and always will be my number one, I still don't understand how she could raise me on her own. "Let me take your suitcase, you're probably tired sweety." She knows me so well I thought smiling at her while she was struggling with my suitcase, haha she is so cute. "Let me get that, Why don't you take my luggage mom?". " Sounds good love." We left the airport.
You missed the small little town you've always lived in. It's so cute everything is the same, as if they purposely waited a year for you to return and charm you with it's atmosphere just as you remembered it. You had your head laying against the window observing everything, trying to find changes. "Do you like being back?" She asked all excited. "Yes I missed it, everything is exactly the same. I can't believe Nothing changed." You said. Being so busy observing everything you didn't even realize that you already got home and you got out of the car. You Immediately saw you bike and took it out for a ride.
You were heading to your favorite spot. It's a huge grass area that has lots of huge trees and bushes around it, which makes it a private and your favorite spot in your village. You felt something, something weird, you couldn't describe it if someone would have asked you. But that didn't stop you. You got there...It was the place where the most important milestones in your life happened - you met your best friend there, had your first kiss, water balloon fights and even some movie nights. And now after a year you're ready to - hold on a second, since when is there a gate and a druveway? WHY IS THERE A DRIVE WAY? You left your bike laying in the mittle of the street, You ran up to the gate, but you couldn't see anything because the driveway went around in a corner to the right. You tried to spot if there was a house but the tall trees were blocking the way. You saw a door bell...You stood there for a while, thinking if you should ring it, what would happen and then: you didn't. You got to your bike and you picked it up leaving in tears. Your favorite spot was gone. The mascara you put on at the airport was running because you cried so hard. You came to a spotlight and you heard someone ask: "are you alright?" you said no and started sobbing really hard.
The guy put his hand on your shoulder. You looked up, you saw a guy. He probably was about 17 years old. His hair was brown and thick, he had a sharp jawline and brown eyes you could only get klost in. "Do you need a tish?" He asked with this perfect mouth you were staring at it thinking about what it would be like to just kiss him. "Yes", you just heard yourself answer. He turned around to get one out of his blue backpack, his profile was so hot. The Jawline of his was so sharp you could cut the bread your mom always burns. You started giggling. "What's your name" you asked while he was handing you the tishue. "oh, how rude, I'm Grayson, what's yours?" It's Belle. "Well Belle, do you want to hang out for a while, I'm kinda new and I don't want you riding your bike crying." Do I want to hang out with him? I said to myself, what kind of question is that, of course I wanted to!!! "Yeah sure, why not"...
