Fate (Jenny Version)

She’d moved from Arizona, where her family lived in a tent in some commune. Their house was down the street from mine, the smallest one on the block, an old bread truck with two flat tires parked on the scraggly lawn.

“They’re bringing down our property values,” my dad always bitched. I didn’t tell him I spent every afternoon there, lying on her bed.

Once I asked about her name. She blushed and hid her face. “My stupid parents.” I told her I thought it was pretty. She said she didn’t believe me, but then she let me kiss her.

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Title by: Anonymous
Story by: Jenny

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