the names have been changed in this story for good reasons as for all future stories that i do, mostly to potect identification and probably humiliation.

high school is a drag. my mother worked there and got to check up on me every once in a while, but i cant complain. the kids were nice and everyone knew eachother. our whole school had 400-500 kids depending if they dropped out or transferred. at my school i wasnt known as a popular person, just some guy who got along with everyone. i was 6 feet tall, had a slender build, blonde hair and ocean blue eyes. loved to play soccer, knew piano, and the performing arts was my passion. yet there was this one girl who i never talked to but always wanted to. her name was grace.

grace was one of those shy girls that had a few friends here and there, had 36D cups, and was 5’5. she only did chior but was pretty good at it. she had a boyfriend at the time that i only knew by name but she seemed happy. a few months later after her graduation we became friends on myspace and a week after that she posted a poem. she was wondering why her boyfriend ripped her heart into pieces but he wouldn’t tell her. i responded back in poem basically saying we have our dark days and our bright days and we pretty much talked from there.

we were just instant messaging until i remembered that my dad had said something about a rafting trip over the weekend.