A/N: Hey guys! This is the last chapter (for now, hopefully) of my story.
I hope to continue it later when I have more time and my own computer.
Also, I’m working on a poem for school but it’s based on this story so once
I finish it and it’s ok (I’m anything BUT a poet!) I may post it here,
under this story. Anyway! I hope you enjoy the final chapter of this
story, unless I write more at a later date, but here goes…
BTW-Everything is mine…
It Feels Alright
Chapter 4
After winter vacation and for the next few months after that, Scott and I became closer and closer. We often stayed up on weekends and talked all night. I told him a lot of what it was like to grow uo without a father and a lot of money. He told me what it was like to grow up with a lot of money. Sometimes, though, a really sad memory would come up, and we would stop talking, just sitting in the darkness. Those times were bad enough to start with, but I often felt cold and alone. I needed something to keep me warm and comfort me. At the time I was just starting to figure out what it was. It was Scott.
During the day we didn’t socialize much since we were not part of the same social circle, but we waved in the halls and he told his friends to stop making fun of me all the time. Life improved and even though I still didn’t feel at home, I at least felt that I had someone else to turn to that could help me deal with my past and the problems related to it. When we did talk was the best time of day, but there was one thing that I couldn’t talk to him about though. And that was the fact that I was falling in love with him.
The only person I could really talk about it to was Katie. She was sort of my “advice-giverâ€
BTW-Everything is mine…
It Feels Alright
Chapter 4
After winter vacation and for the next few months after that, Scott and I became closer and closer. We often stayed up on weekends and talked all night. I told him a lot of what it was like to grow uo without a father and a lot of money. He told me what it was like to grow up with a lot of money. Sometimes, though, a really sad memory would come up, and we would stop talking, just sitting in the darkness. Those times were bad enough to start with, but I often felt cold and alone. I needed something to keep me warm and comfort me. At the time I was just starting to figure out what it was. It was Scott.
During the day we didn’t socialize much since we were not part of the same social circle, but we waved in the halls and he told his friends to stop making fun of me all the time. Life improved and even though I still didn’t feel at home, I at least felt that I had someone else to turn to that could help me deal with my past and the problems related to it. When we did talk was the best time of day, but there was one thing that I couldn’t talk to him about though. And that was the fact that I was falling in love with him.
The only person I could really talk about it to was Katie. She was sort of my “advice-giverâ€