“Oh hi Bobby! That's a pretty flower. Did you come over to give it to me?”
I was shaking in my boots. I never want anyone to see me cry, but as a kid it was just so hard. I held back my tears but I felt betrayed even though she wasn't mine. She wasn't anybody's. That's probably why I loved her so much. She was a free spirit. She wasn't going to be trapped. But I guess that was also the reason why I hated her. Because I knew no matter how much I loved her, no matter how many people tried to come in between us, she would never be mine.
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Jane. Jane Smith was her name. She had brown hair, amber skin, and these radiant blue eyes that you can just get lost in when you look into them. And she had a sense of humor like no other. Most girls in my class were all stuck up and acted like they were too good to make a joke. But Jane, she didn't care. She was ready to play football, tag, soccer, you name it. While all the other girls play with the dolls and braid each other's hair. That's what I liked about Jane. She was just like me in a way.
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"Hear me out, what if we ran away together?" "Where do you want to go?" "Anywhere but here. We could move to a new city or to Canada, or we could disappear from society to live in the middle of the woods. Maybe a combination of two of those things would be good. What do you say?"
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