He came with Aunt and Uncle Jennings. Meredith, my cousin, was taking care of him for her neighbor who was very ill, being very old in age. She (the neighbor) had taken him in after one of those adoption commercials you see on TV. At the time, it didn't cross my child mind that he would be joining the "family" soon because of this but it did to everyone else. So this is why they brought him, they thought. But they didn't have to tell us he wasn't a part of the family anyways. We knew he didn't belong as soon as we saw the wisps of black hair and the set of strangely bright forest green eyes staring back at us. No, this was completely different from the blonde/brown hair blue/brown eye norm that ran in our family. However, one judgment wasn't enough to keep me from being curious about him. He was ten, like I was and as soon as I had asked him to go play in the sand box with me, expecting a flat out no, he complied, and since we've been best friends. That was eight years ago. Eight years ago he was sent to boarding school. Eight years ago I last saw him. Now eight years later, he's back...and I'm not quite sure if I'm ready.
A story of love && tragedy.
-- Edited by storii on Friday 8th of January 2010 03:36:03 PM
ooohhh i'm excited to read this :D but oh no... you said wait till the end?! So you've already planned it.... (haha thats good , i'm so rubbish i never know where my stories are leading...) and you said tragedy..... soo oohhh it'll be sad. i'm guessing... sorry blabbing on now. Just post :)
