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That day was the opening night of the play, I was nervous because I had to kiss my best friend, which was weird. At least he was not a stranger. It went through the play, and When we kissed on the kissing scene I felt something that I had never felt before about him, when he drove me home I said nothing. 'are you ok, Accelia.' Kenndell asked me looking away from the steering wheel and at me. 'yeah, why wouldn't I be?' I said looking down. But before he could respond I was out the car door to my house. He watched me confused. The next morning I had to see him, he was going to drive us to school.(he...

CHAPTER 1 [continued]
nov. 23 1987

i sat there. puzzled. scared. i could feel my eyes starting to sting with the tears i should've cried when i was feeling the pain. i thought i could trust him! he was there for me when my mother died. he came around the corner. i sat still. barely breathing.

"hey beatiful" he said as if nothing happened. i just sat there.

"hello? i'm talking to you. listen i didn't want to. i had to." my thought was why he had to. i looked the other way. he started to stroke my hair.

" i love you." and he kissed my cheek. "come on. i'll take you home."

when i finally made it home...