“Mom, come on!” I’ve been waiting by the door for fifteen minutes with my bag of clothes.
“Jaxson, don’t yell!” She came around the corner, grabbing her car keys from the coffee table. 1,732 more words
She was, quite possibly, my first love. She was certainly the first good thing that came into my life as a teenager.
Oh, of course, I’d had girlfriends before – a stack of them, if I’m honest but that sounds like boasting, doesn’t it? 4,606 more words