When we were young....too young

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 Um.... yeah i had to start yesterday but becuse of just 6 reads , i had to wait !!!!

so here is another story by me {shyna}.

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" Come back . Come back here ! where are you going ?" , my dad's voice still ringing in my ears , i jumped over the shrubs and ran to my bike . 

i had to see him. I just had to .

I being Mace brent , age six , kindergarden , currently shifted to a new town in America . It is a beautiful place , not small like Mill Creek . Pheonix is one of the largest cities in America , my dad said so . Whether large or not , i love it already , my father bought me a bike , a white bike , flowers printed all over it . My father bought it but he does not want me to ride it ! According to him , i am not big enough. 

I place my foot on the paddle and my butt on the seat and start the bicycle . i know how to ride , my dad and mom taught me . Dad is a very important person , people look at him with respect and pride. My mom is a housewife, she didn't want to become anything else, i think we could do with some more money . 

Well back to riding otherwise i won't see him on time .

Him , a very strange person , i don't even know his name . My mom says he will be a beautiful boy someday . i think he is charming already .

A red bike comes out of the three storey building , a very big home , his mom and dad both worked . He came wearing a black helmet on his head looking his usual georgeous self , he takes the bike from the servant and seats himself . He is tall for a seven year old . Mom told me he is a year older to me . Mom talked to his mom during shopping for vegetables . 

" Gavin ! take emily with you ! She is your friend and you should help your friends. "

Two things came at once , one good , one equally bad . His name was Gavin and he already had a friend . For a six year old , i was bewildered , confused. I also didn't want Gavin to see me so i rounded my bike and left the place at a double speed . 

That incident happened sixteen years ago ......

I went to see him riding every day , every single day , it became not only a hobby but a obssession and i had no control over it . Emily was a delicate but a gaudy girl who was stuck to him most of the time . I hated her , loathed the ground she walked on until one day , when she returned to where she came from . 

Gavin came alone since then . My father were never suspicious of my unrequited love. 

Seven years later

" But i thought you said you didn't like EMS ! Mace you can't change schools just because you don't like them . This is what ? Your third school ? " Dad asked . 

This is also Gavin's third school . Don't even ask how i found out , it was tough .

" Dad , the teachers here are not teaching properly and students are not friendly to me ." I said using my most provocative tone .

"You do know that you use the same excuses every time . As far as i know , you never made friends ", he protested .

" I have made friends . You forgot cleaver ?" i asked arging back . Gavin was a friend too , just one sided but he was enough.

" Cleaver was a cat !!" Dad replied " and don't say puffy! he is a dog . "

" They are more faithful and " friendlier than humans ! I said the last thing in my mind ofcourse.

" ugh! i can't say its not my fault coz it is . I made you so timid towards people your own age. Okay then i will talk to the principal for your transfer certificate.", dad said concuring at last.

I silently cheered.

GAVIN SAMUEL ADAMS.....i belong where you belong ......

four years later ......

"Okay everything is ok!! its not like he will see you ! You are sitting in the bleachers and he is playing" i kept repeating the mantra. 

 I take a last look at the mirror. Straight Red hair , oval face , dark kohl under green eyes , thin eyebrows , straight pointed nose , pale face , light pink lips and an okay body . I was too thin and i had no curves , not a single curve . If i did , then you have a different dictionary . My legs were too long under those trousers and i had a invisible chest , very small , maybe i will grow in coming years. My height is perfect , i don't want to grow in that department , 5"7' was enough . I got my father's genes. 

" Hey Man , match is starting ! " ,someone shouted. This is what happens when your father buys your clothes . 

And when you have a small chest ! my mind reprimanded.

That too.

" I am a girl " i turned and shouted back . 

He had the grace to look sheepish ," I didn't see the hair . Are you new?" 

" No and its my last year . "

If he could , then he looked even more sheepish .

" I never saw you in campus."

" You saw everyone else ?" i asked .

" Most of them ."

" Well then, I am the rest of them." , I said and left him standing mouth agape.

They won the match. Gavin took off his shirt and saluted the stadium . Most of the girls took out the cameras and ran towards the school jim after the match to grab pictures . I didn't , couldn't . 

I may be the sherriff's daughter but i had very little bravery in me . i just tied my hair in a knot and opened web on my phone . I could always sent him a request on FB. 

But when the send request option came , i was already breathing hard . I signed out . 

What if he didn't take my request ?

Gavin Samuel Adams was the dream of thousand girls now and will be the dream of millions in the future . For a star crossed girl like me , he was just a unicorn . 

Just then a thought came , i made another id by a fake name 'unicorn'

Then i sent him a request . 

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I did a small research on crush and found some amazing things . Also i found the movie , but i didnt like it much...

This book is not a true story but it is based on million true stories which have strange endings...

i will try to make it lingering ... give your suggestions ...

love,                                                                                                                                                                         Shyna Cliffe

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