Saturday, September 11, 2010

Diaries of a Lonely Teenager

There is a major downfall to living in a tourist town. You guessed it, the constant turnover of new people. You can't really connect with anyone because no one is ever here for more than two weeks a year, if they comeback at all.

I made six best friends my first summer hanging out at the beach and every one of them left me, never writing or calling. That fall, I vowed to never again connect with anyone vacationing at the beach ever again - that was until the March before I turned eighteen. That's when I meet him.

This is an orginal story that I retain the rights to!

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