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I Won't Forget

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Adam

Olivia

Mitchell

Zeeshan

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February 21, 2011 10:45am UTC

I Won't Forget
Chapter 10
I woke up the next morning feeling horrible. I thought I’d be jet-lagged but these days, I was so tired, I could sleep anytime. I brushed my teeth, washed my face, took a quick shower and let my hair air-dry, and pulled on my favorite dark wash skinny jeans with a red v-neck shirt. I wore some golden bangles to finish the look. I decided I needed to seem happy so Mitch wouldn't feel bad, so I put a fake smile on. After I grabbed everything I needed, I knocked on Mitchell’s door. He was almost ready, so I waited about 10 minutes. Of course, Mitchell didn’t want to leave without fulfilling his promise to me, but I said he’d done his best, and I thanked him a lot. Mitchell was a great friend, and he was a giver, but giving had its limits too. It was time to head home.
When we got on the plane, Mitch was seated to my right but I noticed the seat to my left was empty, so I put my purse on it.
“Uh… Excuse me, I think that’s my seat.” said a deep voice. I looked up to find a boy- scratch that- a man who looked about 19 years old. He had dark black curly hair and warm brown eyes. He was definitely good-looking. Well not drop-dead gorgeous like people referred to Adam as, but definitely cute. Mitch probably noticed I was checking him out because he nudged me in the side.
“Ow! Oh… Um… Sorry.” I mumbled, grabbing my purse and putting it in my lap. The guy sat down next to me.
“I’m Zeeshan. Ali.” he said, grinning.
“Oh! Hey, Zeeshan Ali.” I said stupidly, “I’m Alisha Giannopoulos.”
“Alisha Giannopoulos.” he repeated. I loved the way said my name. By now, Mitch was preoccupied with playing Cut the Rope on his iPod, so we barely even noticed him there.
“Yeah… I know it doesn’t flow much, but I’m half Indian, half Greek, what about you?”
“That’s awesome. I’m 75 percent Indian, but I’m also part Australian and Palestinian… which explains why I was in Palestine. I was visiting some family. I’m still a practicing Muslim though, how about you?”
“I’m a practicing Muslim too. And oh that’s really cool. So where do you live?” I asked, then realizing that I sounded like a stalker.
“I live in New York City, but I’m moving to Chicago in the fall to go to Northwestern University.” he smiled. I was stunned.
“N- Northwestern?!” I practically spat in his face.
“Yup. I just graduated high school so I’ll be a freshman there. How about you? How old are you?”
“I’m going to Northwestern too! I’ll be a freshman too! What’s your major?!” I yelled.
“Really?! Awesome! I’m majoring in biology. I want to a dentist. You?” he asked.
“That sounds great! And I actually don’t know for sure at the moment, I’m still deciding.” I replied.
“Oh gotcha. So what were you doing in Palestine anyway?” he asked.
“Oh… Ummm… Well it’s kind of a long story.” I said sadly.
“Well it’s kind of a long flight.” he teased, grinning. And for the first time in a really long time, I smiled back. But this time, my smile wasn’t fake.

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February 19, 2011 2:31pm UTC

I Won't Forget
Chapter 9
I waited for what seemed like eternity till a beautiful woman with long, wavy black hair, olive skin, chocolate brown eyes, and pearly white teeth answered the door. That was Adam’s mom.
“Alisha?!” She seemed terrified to see me. That wasn’t exactly the type of reaction I wanted to get.
“Deena Aunty*!” I smiled and reached out to hug her. She hugged back. Then she pulled away after a couple seconds. I pulled away too, nervously.
“Umm…” I hesitated awkwardly.
“Alisha, Beti**, I don’t mean to be rude, but what are you doing here?” She asked, puzzled.
I explained to her how Mitchell got the tickets and we both came here secretly to get Adam and his family to come back to America.
“Alisha, Beta**, you shouldn’t be here right now. I need to call your parents as soon as possible. Once we set up these phone lines…”
“No. Please, Deena Aunty, Just let me talk,” I said, so she waited for me to continue, “I made a huge mistake. I was in shock because it was right when I found out about Liv and I shouldn’t have snapped at Adam… I didn’t mean anything I said and I’m really, really sorry because I shouldn’t have said it.”
“But you did say it, Alisha. You wanna know something?” she smiled sadly and brushed my hair off my cheek with her hand, “Adam doesn’t need to see you right now or anytime soon. He has his own things to worry about. Olivia Taylor was one of his close friends as well, and he is really going through a lot right now.”
“You mean… He doesn’t need to see me or doesn’t want to see me?” I said, with pools of water forming in my eyes.
“Both,” Deena Aunty said, “I’m sorry Alisha, you know I’ll always love you like a daughter, but it’s over now. Adam’s father got an amazing job here and all his family is here. He will be going to med school here and he’s preparing for college. It’s better if we all have a new start. You’ll go to Northwestern in the fall and then insha’Allah*** med school later on. Things will work out Alisha. So maybe you and Adam didn’t. But sometimes great things fall so better things can fall together.”
I was speechless. Of course, I disagreed. I loved Adam. I couldn’t picture the rest of my life without him. I looked her in the eye and tried to nod but I failed. I couldn’t help it, I started crying.
“Alisha! Oh, Alisha, don’t cry. It’s going to be okay.” she hugged me again.
“C- Can I at least see him before I leave?” I asked sadly.
“He isn’t home at the moment, I’m sorry. But I’ll tell him you said goodbye.” her tone told me that she wouldn’t pass on the message, but I was crying too much to fully acknowledge it at the moment.
“So go home now, Alisha. I promise won’t tell your parents about this but they must be worried sick. So go home and get back to your life. It’s summer, enjoy it while it lasts. Goodbye Alisha.” she smiled and wiped my tears.
I nodded and I knew I couldn’t get the goodbye out so I just gave her a sad smile and walked away on the stone walkway and through the gate. The cab was still there so I got in and told the driver to take me back to the hotel. After I got back in, I leaned my head on the back window and finally let all the tears fall.
* Deena Aunty- In India, Aunty is said after the name, not before.
** Beti/Beta- Hindi/Urdu for "daughter/child."
*** Insha’Allah- Arabic for "If it is God's will."

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February 19, 2011 12:02pm UTC

I Won't Forget
Chapter 8
“’Kay, we gotta board now,” Mitch told me, “You ready?”
I nodded. He grabbed my hand and we walked onto the plane. People around us would probably think we’re a couple, but Mitch and I were honestly, just like brother and sister.
As we got into our seats after Mitchell stowed away our carry-ons, I sighed and turned my head to look over at him. I ruffled his hair with my hand and smiled.
“Thanks, Mitch.” I said. He smiled back.
“Don’t mention it Leesh. I gotchu. Forever…”
“And always.” I said softly, remembering how Olivia always said that to both of us.
We talked about Olivia for most of the flight. On and off, we laughed and cried. I imagined how different things would be if the accident never happened. Mitch told me to keep my head up. He promised things would get better. It was unbelievable how strong he was.
After we talked for hours, I was getting pretty tired so I leaned back in my seat. The flight attendant came up and asked if we wanted anything to eat for dinner. Mitch ordered some huge gourmet meal (psh, football players) and I just ordered an iced tea. That was Liv’s favorite. Besides, I wasn’t hungry anyway, I was too anxious. It was going to be a long flight and I hadn’t gotten a real good sleep in a long time so I leaned my head on Mitch’s shoulder and drifted off.
Before I knew it, the next day, we were in Palestine. Adam helped me up, grabbed the carry-ons, and we headed off the plane.
I looked out the huge windows as we walked through the airport. It was beautiful outside. The rest of our time at the airport was a blur. Mitch took care of getting our luggage and then we headed outside and into a cab. As I got into the back seat, I asked Mitch,
“So do you have the address?”
“Right here.” he grinned while handing me a crumpled paper with Adam’s address on it. I smiled and held my growling stomach. Mitch noticed.
“Okay I got us a really nice hotel. I got 2 rooms with a connecting door. So we’ll go there first to drop off our things, shower, order some food from room service, and then you can head out.”
“Me? Don’t you mean us?” I widened my eyes.
“I think it’s better if you go first. Just go… talk to his family and him, and indirectly convince him. Then I’ll call him up and we can meet later tonight for dinner or something.” he said.
“Okay, sounds good.” I said, with a shaky voice.
We got to the hotel and got settled in our rooms. I took a nice, warm shower in my room and changed into a cute, long, green sun-dress. Green was Adam's favorite color. Then we ordered some Arab food at the hotel, and then I said goodbye to Mitch, grabbed a cab, gave the driver the address, and headed to Adam’s house. When the driver pulled up to his house, my mouth dropped open. Adam’s house was a mansion. It was in a gated community so it was pretty legit. I thanked the driver, gave him his money, and walked out of the car.
I slowly approached the house, feeling sick to my stomach. I fixed my hair, applied some lip gloss, straightened out my dress, cleared my throat, and took a deep breath in. I lifted my arm while closing my eyes and I rang the doorbell. It was time.

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I Won't Forget
Chapter 6
I sighed as I approached the Taylor house. It has been 2 weeks since the accident and I've been nowhere but home the whole time, well except the wake and funeral, but those had both been a blur to me. It was about time I got out of the house to go see Olivia's parents. They needed me, and I needed them. As I rolled to the edge of the step, the door swung open. It was Olivia’s mom. She actually looked okay, but when she saw me, she got all teary eyed and pulled me close.
“Are you okay, Alisha?! Your legs! Oh my god, Alisha. Please tell me you’re okay.” she cried.
“I’m fine, Mrs. Taylor, my legs hurt but I’m fine. But why are you worried about me at a time like this?”
“Alisha, you know you’re like a second daughter to me,” she sobbed, “Oh, and come in, let me help you with that.”
As I rolled inside, I smelled that familiar Taylor house smell. I knew this house like it was my own. I looked into the living room on my right and saw Mr. Taylor sitting there quietly. He got up and walked over to me. He avoided eye contact with me and I could tell he wanted to burst out crying at the sight of my face. He put his hand on my shoulder and sighed.
“Stay strong, okay, Alisha?” he said in a raspy voice. I nodded. He didn’t seem as well as Mrs. Taylor, but he seemed okay too. That moment, I realized nothing could beat the power of family, whether it was blood family or even just who’s been there all along. After I sat with Mr. and Mrs. Taylor for a long time and talked about Liv, I felt a lot better. They really had a hold of themselves. That’s why I loved them so much, they were so strong.
Mrs. Taylor told me to go upstairs if I want. Of course I wanted to go to Olivia’s room. It would be painful, but it was the closest I’d get to her. So I walked up the stairs to her room. I closed my eyes and slowly opened the door. I opened my eyes and gasped. Mitch was sitting on the bed looking through our yearbook. He quickly rushed over to me and pulled me in for a tight hug. I hugged back.
“I’m so glad you’re here, Leesh. I have a surprise for you!” he grinned.
“Umm, are you okay Mitch?” I asked confused on why he seemed so happy.
“Of course. Listen, Alisha. Olivia wouldn’t want us to sit around and cry, would she? She’d want us to move on, but remember her. She'd want us to enjoy the summer before college! So now, when I’m sad, I just listen to our favorite songs, and try to remember the time we had together.”
“Wow, Mitch.” I said, “That’s great that you’re staying positive… But why aren’t you mad at me?”
“Why would I… Ohhhhhh because of Adam.” he answered his own question.
“Yeah, I’m sorry, I—” Mitch cut me off.
“Well that’s what I’ve been trying to tell you.” he smiled.
“What?” I asked, stupidly.
“Here.” he handed me 2 tickets. I looked at them and my mouth dropped open. I couldn’t get any words out, I was speechless.
“That’s right.” he grinned. “We’re going to Palestine, baby!”

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January 28, 2011 8:34pm UTC

I Won't Forget
Chapter 5
“S- S- So he’s… gone.” I could barely get the words out. And it wasn’t a question. He was really gone. After I’d seen Adam’s empty house, we all went inside. My parents sat down and explained everything: that Adam’s family moved to Palestine that morning. Of course I felt like crying, and I was. Plus, I had so many questions. When did they decide to go? Why so soon? Why not after summer? What about his mom’s job? Is he coming back? Where is going to college? Why didn’t they say goodbye? Why would you guys let them go?! But my dad answered most of them before I could even manage to get the words out. So apparently, Adam’s dad was already planning to take the job, and his mom found a job there just as good as her current one. Adam’s grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins from his dad’s side were all there. I really didn’t know how to react to all this. It was too much for me.
“I’m sorry, hon.” My mom said. I smiled weakly at her as a tear worked its way down my cheek. I didn’t have the energy to yell or get mad anymore. “It’s all my fault.” I whispered, crying harder now.
“No, Leesh, don’t say that.” my mom hugged me.
“He… He didn’t even fight for me.” I cried.
"It's going to be okay." was all my dad could say.
"And we... we didn't even get to say goodbye." After I said that, my mom looked over at my dad and he raised his eyebrows.
“What?” I sobbed. No one said anything.
“What?" I said again. Nothing.
"No. No no no no no no no! You guys did NOT say goodbye to them without taking me!” I guess even if I didn’t have the energy to yell, I still had it in me.
“You have every right to be upset,” my dad said. “But in our defense, you were sleeping… and we didn’t want to wake you up after such a rough few days you had. We’re sorry, Leesh.”
“That… that… Jerk! He didn’t even want to see me, did he?” My heart hurt as I asked.
“Alisha, we’re not going to lie to you. Adam was just confused. He’s just all mixed up. So many things happened all at once, it was a little hard to grasp it all. You have to cut him some slack. He’s not a jerk. He loved you. He still does. But you’re the one who yelled at him and--”
I cut my mom off.
“And it’s always my fault right?!” I’m sorry that I’m having the worst week of my life, MOM! I’m sorry everything in my life feels like it’s falling apart all at once! What about cutting me some slack?! I swear, no one ever thinks about the way I feel!” I stormed out of the room running past Marina who was, as always, listening through the opening from the dining room.
“We understand you’re in pain too! I didn’t mean it like that! Please come back, Alisha!” my mom yelled after me.
“No!” I screamed, “I’m gonna call Liv! Because she’s the only one who understands me!” I yelled. Then my heart dropped as I realized what I just said. Everyone went silent. I turned my head to look at Marina. She had tears in her eyes. I burst out crying as she walked over and hugged me tight.

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January 21, 2011 7:46pm UTC

I Won't Forget
Chapter 4
“Ready to go?” my mom asked. It was 3 pm. I couldn’t sleep any longer. My mom spent the rest of the day yesterday and night at the hospital with me. My dad and my little sister, Marina, went home. It was Marina’s last day of school today. I felt really bad for her, she’d been crying a lot too. Olivia was pretty much a part of our family. She was a sister to me and Marina, and a daughter to my parents. This was a huge loss for everyone. I nodded at my mom. I sighed. I was sitting in a wheelchair. I didn’t know how long I’d have to but it was the least of my worries right now. My curly, brown hair was tied up in a messy bun and my face was red and puffy, plus, it stung from so many tears. I felt like hell. I was wearing some red sweats and a GBE Rams T-shirt from school. Lucky for me, Sydney came to the hospital that morning and brought me some comfy clothes to wear. She was crying a lot too, but she had a hold of herself. Syd promised she’d stay with me till we left. I gave her a sad smile as she grabbed my hand and we walked out of the hospital room.
We walked through the lobby and out the spinney doors of the hospital. I hugged Sydney goodbye then got into our van. It was the first time I was in a car since that night. I was scared. My dad looked at me through the rearview mirror and gave me a sad, subtle smile. My heart ached. Normally, I was the kind of girl who wouldn’t let anything bring her down, but I couldn’t help the fact that I just lost my best friend, and I missed her so much. And, to top it all off, Adam, my boyfriend would probably never forgive me for how I acted the night before. Liv was one of his best friends too, and all I did was add to his guilt. I felt a huge, gaping hole in my heart. Today I’ll go over to Adam’s house and apologize. He needs me and I obviously need him right now, I thought. I tried to be strong and thought about what I do have. I had an amazing little sister, who I loved, and I had to stay strong for. I had my parents and Olivia’s parents, whom I knew would be right there with me, and I had great friends like Sydney and Mitch. Mitch was so sweet, he’d texted me, “I’m always here, Leesh. Don’t worry, I’m right there with you.”after he left the big scene at the hospital yesterday afternoon.
“We’re home.” my mom said as she opened the back door and helped me out the car and into my wheelchair. I rolled by to go up the stone walkway but then I froze. Something wasn’t right. I turned to face Adam’s house, which was directly left of ours. There was no black Lexus in the driveway. And my mouth dropped as an old woman in a gray pencil skirt stabbed a huge FOR SALE sign in the grass. Oh. My. God. This wasn't happening. Not here, not now. I pinched myself. And guess what happened? Nothing.

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January 18, 2011 6:41pm UTC

I Won't Forget
Chapter 3
I slowly opened my eyes. I squinted at the fluorescent hospital lights. I looked around; I was in a hospital bed. My mom and dad were at my right. My dad was teary-eyed, but he actually had a hold of himself. My mom, while bawling, gripped my hand tightly. I glanced to my left. Adam was holding my other hand. His eyes looked bloodshot, like he hadn’t gotten any sleep and his hair was way messier than usual. He was in sweats so he definitely changed after last night. I broke free from both of them.
“What’s going on?” I searched the room for answers. No one answered me.
“Hello?! Mom? Dad? Adam? What the heck is going on?! And what time is it?” I screamed.
“Calm down.” my dad said softly, “It’s 3 pm. Do you remember anything from last night? Adam’s fine, and you broke both your legs but you’re gonna be okay.” Then I had a flashback. I was sitting shotgun in Adam’s car, he was driving, and Olivia was in the backseat. We were jamming out to a song on the radio when Adam lost control of his car and… Oh my god.
“Where’s Olivia?!” I yelled. I didn’t care about Adam or my legs at the time. But again, no one answered.
“Damnit, where the hell is Olivia?!” I screamed as my dad opened his mouth, “And Dad, don’t you dare tell me to calm down again. Where. Is. Olivia.” I added, on the verge of bawling. Everyone gave me sad looks. Then Mitch ran in looking disheveled like Adam, but he didn’t even bother to change out of his pajama bottoms. His face was streaked with tears and his eyes were also bloodshot. Adam got up and ran over to him. They hugged really tight. Despite the fact that he was 6’2” and football player buff, Mitch looked like a sad little boy in kindergarten. He wiped away his tears. The look he gave me over Adam’s shoulder said it all.
“O- Olivia’s…,” I stammered. I couldn’t even say it. I suddenly felt numb all over. My mom got up and put her arms around me.
“I’m sorry, honey.” she said, crying softly. “It’s going to be okay.” Then Adam walked over to me.
“I’m so sorry, Leesh.” Adam sobbed.
“You should be!” I yelled through my tears. I could barely get the words out.
“W- What?” he asked, innocently.
“You. You killed my best friend!” I spat at him.
“Alisha, I’m sorry, but it wasn’t me. A drunk driver hit the back of my car. I could have been more careful but I wasn’t. And she was my best friend too, Leesh. And I’m so so so sorry. I feel so guilty…” he literally cried.
“You should feel guilty, Adam. Get out! Get out of this room, get out of this town, get out of my life. Tell your dad to take that damn job offer and to get you as far away from me as possible. We’re done. I never. Want. To see you again.”
“Honey, please don’t do this. You just need some time to recover from this shock.” my mom said softly.
“Stay out of it, mom. I mean it. I’m done,” I said sternly, “Bye Adam, have a nice life in Palestine.”
Adam sighed, like he thought I was crazy. But he looked like he was deep in thought as well. He wiped his eyes and I barely heard him whisper,
“Bye Alisha. I’ll always love you.” And just like that, he lifted my hand and kissed it, then walked out the door… and out my life.

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January 18, 2011 4:46pm UTC

I Won't Forget
Chapter 2
We were walking to Adam’s car when he stopped at the bench by out school’s sign and grabbed my hand.
"What happened?" I asked.
“Listen… I kinda gotta talk to you about something important.” Adam ran his fingers through his black hair. Uh-oh. This couldn’t be good. He only ran his fingers through his hair like that when he was upset.
“I’ll go wait in the car.” Olivia said and practically ran away from us.
“What happened?” I asked again, impatiently.
“I’m just gonna come right out and say it. My dad got a huge job offer last night. From Palestine. And I was gonna tell you earlier but I didn’t wanna stress you out before your big speech and all. I’m sorry.” He blurted.
“Oh my gosh! That’s… great! I’m so happy for him!” I gushed. He slowly shook his head and rolled his eyes.
“What?” I asked.
“Wait for it…,” he said.
“What? Oh no. W- Wait. Did you say… Palestine?!” I almost spit out the words.
“Yes.” He said softly.
“B- B- But you’d still stay here, right?” I stuttered. He shrugged so I shot him a look. Then he shook his head softly.
“But we just graduated! Now we’re supposed to have the best summer of our lives. Then we’re both going to Northwestern University on our insane scholarships!” I whined.
“I know, I know,” Adam said softly as he brushed the curls from my face with his hand, “That’s why I told him not to take it.
“WHAT?!” I screamed. This time I think I did spit because he backed away.
“What? I was thinking of you… of us.” he smiled.
“Oh no. No no no no no,” I shook my head, “This isn’t about me… or us, Adam. It's about your dad.” I knew I was throwing a tantrum but this was serious. Adam stopped and awkwardly smiled at the families passing us as they left.
“I know, but… I don’t know, Alisha. I’m sorry, I just don’t wanna go.” he said sadly, “Maybe it was still too early to tell you. I feel like I ruined your night. Sorry.”
“It’s fine. Whatever.” was all I could say.
“Can we postpone this conversation to tomorrow? Please?” he gave me his cute half smile that he only gives me when he wants to cheer me up. I smiled back.
“Okay.” I said.
“Okay then.” he said back. He grabbed my hand and we walked to the car.
Once we got inside, I looked in the backseat. Olivia was waiting for us.
“Hey guys, everything okay?” she asked, “By the way, Adam, your rich, brown, doctor parents really know how to give a graduation present, this car is amazing! You’re gonna drive me everywhere this summer!”
“Everything’s fine.” I assured her.
“And thanks, Olivia, I know it’s awesome, isn’t it?!” he gushed, referring to his new black Lexus, which was beyond gorgeous.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Now let’s move it, brownie! We have a party to get to!” she yelled at Adam. The three of us cracked up as he backed out.
As we got closer to Liv’s house, all three of us were singing loud and obnoxiously along with the radio to Taio Cruz’s “Dynamite.” I was singing really high to be funny so Adam looked over at me and laughed. Then somehow he lost control of the wheel. The last thing I saw was a bright, white light in the rearview mirror. The last thing I felt was a loud crash into the rear of his new car. The last thing I heard was a loud scream, which belonged to Olivia. That’s all I remember about it, but that night changed my life forever.

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I Won't Forget
Chapter 1
“Don’t stress!” Someone nudged me so I came back to my senses. I blinked and then looked to my right. There was a beautiful blonde girl sitting there. She had wavy hair and pretty blue eyes. Yup, that was my best friend Olivia. I smiled at her.
“I know, I know, it’s just-” I started until Olivia cut me off.
“That you’re the smartest girl in our entire grade, psh, correction: the smartest girl in our entire school and that in one hour you have to go up on that stage in front of over 2,000 people and lead all of these students to their future? And if you screw up, no one’s ever gonna forget it?” She grinned.
“Yeah, thanks for that, Liv. Seriously, you made me feel a whole lot better.” I playfully slapped her arm.
“Oh shut up, Alisha, I know you’ll do amazing. Just please get into the graduation spirit? C’mon, we’re 18. We’re frickin’ graduating high school! Together! I won best dressed, Mitchell won most athletic, and you and Adam, of course, won cutest couple! And you’re valedictorian! That’s amazing, Alisha! This is the first day of the rest of our lives!” She yelled, dramatically. I grinned. That was the thing about Olivia. She always made me thankful for the life I have. And she was right. Tonight was going to be huge.
“Okay, you’re right. Thanks.” I hugged Olivia.
“Of course I’m right, as always.” she joked. And then we skipped off to the bathroom to touch up our hair and makeup before the ceremony.
The ceremony went by surprisingly fast. I was seated next to my friends Mitchell and Sydney. I felt so giddy the whole time, I couldn’t hold it in! My speech went amazing, by the way. I went up on stage, took a deep breath, and stared into the audience. I saw my parents and my little 6 year old sister, along with Adam’s parents (he was an only child) sitting together. They were all grinning and giving me thumbs up. I looked at Olivia. She nodded at me and gave me her million-dollar smile. Mitch and Sydney made funny faces at me. I bit my lip so I wouldn’t burst out laughing. And lastly, I looked at Adam, and my life flashed before my eyes. It felt like just yesterday we were playing tag outside as 8 year olds on a hot summer day. But right then, he looked so much more grown up. His hair grew, and it fell right above his eyes. He was wearing some sleek black dress pants and shoes. That’s all I could notice through the red gown he was wearing. He winked at me. This was going to be a new chapter for us all.
So yeah, like I said, the speech went great, and everyone cheered wildly after I was done. The ceremony went great, and after my parents gave my flowers and I took a gazillion pictures with my family, Adam’s family, Adam, Mitch, and Olivia, it was time to go.
“After party at my house!” Olivia screamed.
“Yeaaaaaah!” I yelled back. Adam looked at my parents.
“I’ll have her home by 12.” He smiled, politely. My dad smiled and patted Adam on the back.
“I’ll meet you guys at Liv’s house,” Mitch said. “I gotta go out to dessert with my family. I’ll be there in an hour, ‘kay?”
“Kay!” Olivia exclaimed.
“Alright have fun, kids.” all our parents said as Me, Olivia, & Adam linked arms and walked out into the beautiful moonlight. It seemed like nothing could go wrong that night. But boy was I off.

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I Won't Forget
Prologue
There I was, in my lacy pink sundress. I turned red from laughing so hard as he chased me around his backyard. I could feel my silky brown curls whooshing against my head. I’ve always loved that feeling. I looked over my shoulder at him and squinted from the bright sun. He was wearing a bright green t-shirt and khaki shorts. His soft, black hair was as matted and messy as it was adorable. As I saw him approaching me from behind, I screamed and I ran straight to the swings, our favorite spot. I jumped on and started swinging. He got on right next to me and gave me a serious look which I was sure meant “stop swinging.” I slowed down on my swing. "What?” I asked, confused.
“Can you promise me something, Alisha?” he asked, nervously. But I noticed he was looking straight into my green eyes.
“Yea… Sure… What is it, Adam?” I said, slowly.
“Um… Can you promise me that you’ll always be mine?” Suddenly, the sun felt really hot on my skin. I was 8, I wasn’t used to this kind of conversation. I nervously looked up at him.
“H- Huh?” I stammered, unsure of what to say.
“Listen,” he said sternly, “I know we’re only 8, but I need you to promise me that no matter what happens in the future, it’ll always be me and you. I know that my feelings about you will never change. I wanna grow up together. I wanna graduate elementary school together. I wanna go to middle school with you and graduate 8th grade together. I wanna go to high school with you, and take you to every homecoming dance there is. I wanna dance with you at the prom. I wanna graduate high school and go to college with you. I want to graduate college with you and then propose to you. I want to marry you. Then move in with you. Then I wanna have a family. I want 3 boys and 1 girl. But if you want more girls, that’s fine too, I guess. But… But I just wanna be with you forever, Alisha.”
I stared at him for a long time, which I could tell was making him nervous. I really didn’t know what to say. I was shocked, hearing that come out of a 3rd grader’s mouth. It was really unexpected. Don’t get me wrong though, I loved Adam, I really did. I loved him for as long as I could remember. We were born together. My mom and his mom are best friends. And we were next-door neighbors. When they were both 20, they moved here to Chicago from India. Then they got married. My mom married a Greek guy and Adam’s mom married an Arab guy. Then they had us. I guess they knew at that moment that Adam and I were meant to be. They used to tease us about it a lot. Adam would just laugh, but I would pretend to get really annoyed. Adam and I loved to fight. We were like best friends, but everyone knew that eventually, we’d me more than just best friends. Secretly, I loved the thought of being with Adam forever. He was adorable. He was 4’3” which was tall for his age. He had these perfect chocolate brown eyes. His black hair was pretty short. His light but somewhat tan skin contrasted amazingly with his perfectly white smile. He was perfect for me, I knew he was.
“Earth to Alisha…,” he joked, as he waved your hand in front of my face. I laughed nervously, thinking about what I should say next.
“I promise.” I said, sweetly.
“What?” he asked, distracted by the butterfly that was flying near him. Jeez, he had a short attention span back then.
“I promise that I’ll always be yours.”
“Forever?” he asked as he held out his pinky. I linked my pinky through his.
“Forever.” I repeated after him, with a huge grin on my face. Little did we both know that “forever” was never guaranteed.

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