A
Christmas
to
Remember
prologue
My best friend moved away when we were in seventh grade, so when
my mom texted me at school and told me that Tyler was coming down
for Christmas to see his brother who lived next door to me now.
Tyler was two years older so when he moved at the end of my
seventh grade year I was thirteen and a half and he was about to
be fifteen.
I was ending the first semester of my sophmore year so where-ever
he was attending school now he was a senior. I was the first
friend Tyler made in Oklahoma when he moved here with his mama
and daddy after his little sister had heart-breakingly died of
cancer the year before. They felt that they needed to start over
and moved into the house across the road from my family's
seemingly never ending land.
That was in the summer and we spent days stacked upon days
running around the ranch and swimming in the creeks all over my
land. But, it was winter now and three years have passed since
Tyler moved away. I had no clue whether or not Tyler still had
his long jet black hair or if he had dyed it as everyone else
seemed to have done. I could only hope my Tyler was still just
that, mine.
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do you guys
like it?
-DeAnna.
