Angus Hughes                                                                                                                                                                    22/06/2009 Children don’t just go to school to learn “Michael… Michael get up your going to be late for school” mom yelled. “Not again” I said, as I rolled out of my warm and comfortable bed into the floor. I dragged myself to the bathroom and splashed some cold water on my face. And then it hit me “Sarah!” Sarah was my girlfriend. We had grown up together, only living a few houses apart. Her hair was as black as night, which set off her deep, blue hypnotic eyes. She had two storybook dimples, and a smile to match. Her southern accent and country manner could charm the boots right off your feet. And her mature nature was far beyond that of most fourteen-year-old girls. Sarah was the down to earth type that would give you the shirt right off her back if it would help. And I loved her for that. I jumped in the shower, threw on some clothes and darted out the door. This was the second time this week I had been late to meet her. When I got to the bus stop I could tell by her frown that she wasn’t happy with me. I kissed her hello, she blushed a little and her look softened a bit. “Problems this morning?” she asked. “The usual,” I replied. She didn’t force the issue any farther than that. That was golden about Sarah; she never pushed buttons that didn’t need to be pushed. She got her point across with out saying much of anything. The bus arrived, and everyone got on. We headed to
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the back, were the older kids sat, and took our usual seats. Sarah and me had been going out now for close to a year. We had been through a lot of things together. She was my first girlfriend, my first kiss, and my first love. We sat there holding hands, and talking about our futures. She wanted to be a teacher, and I was going to be a doctor. We would get married, live in a big house, and have lots of children. We both knew that we would be together forever. When we got to the schoolhouse I ...

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