Chapter 1: You meet people who forget you. You forget people you meet. But sometimes you meet those people you can't forget.
Hi. I'm Avril Martin. This is a story about how my life changed. It changed in so many ways. And it all happened on this one day....
"Did you hear about the bombs?" Casey asked. I heard the fear in her voice.
"Yeah. Isn't it scary?" I replied back as we started walking downtown.
"Yeah! I can't believe how many people that are getting hurt because of this. I nodded thinking about all the sweet and kind people here in town.
"I know. I wonder why this is happening." I thought aloud.
"Yeah, Henderson was always so quiet. Nothing usually happens here." Casey sighed at the last part.
"That's what's odd. Why here? And why now?" I looked at her and she just shrugged.
"Bye Av!" Casey said while crossing the street.
"Bye Casey!" I replied while waving. I turned the corner and accidentally bumped into someone.
"Oh. I'm sorry." a boy around my age said. He had beautiful deep chocolate eyes, swoopy brown hair, and a cute smile. I smiled back gently.
"It's okay. It was my fault." I said. His eyes locked with mine for the longest second.
"So...umm....What's your name?" I asked, trying to start up a conversation. I felt a little nervous. Maybe because he was hot, or maybe because he never moved his eyes off of me.
"Jason. Jason McCann. And you?" He asked in his husky voice. I smiled at the sound of his voice.
"Avril Martin." I said. His smile grew a little.
"That's very pretty, April." I felt heat rising up in my cheeks and I prayed that he wouldn't notice. No one has ever called me that. They usually call me Av, or Avril. Not April.
"Thanks." I responded, smiling at him kindly. All of a sudden he looked rushed.
"Sorry, I've got to go." He said and ran off before I could even say goodbye. I stood there for a while, not caring about the stares from anyone that ase by.
When I got home I plopped onto my bed and the daydreaming started up again. Jason was so nice. He was different from other guys. He had a sweet and innocent look about him. The look made him look sensitive. The only thing that bothered me was, I won't be able to forget about him, and I might never see him again.
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