Later that day she got on a plane to go to her dad’s house, leaving Miami, Florida and all her friends (that she didn’t have) behind her and sadly also leaving her mom too. She looked down below, shot upwards, practically jumped over the person beside her, and ran to the toilet, until then, she had never known that she was terrified of heights. She was bent over the toilet when he walked in...

Bethanny strolled into the school parking lot the next Monday looking here and there for a car to buy. Frankie ran up to her.
“Whatcha doin?”
“Nothin much you?”
“Oh , same old dame old ya know? I hope we don’t have homework today! Did we have any on Friday, I can’t remember.” He looked at her questioningly.
“Umm... I don’t recall us having any. Oh, I gota tell you what happened on Saturday! Remind me when we get into first, okay!” She hurried off to class...
Bethanny flew as fast as her feet would take her, the faster she went, the faster she could tell someone about her excapade. The quicker she could tell someone, the sooner it would be off her chest, but, maybe she shouldn't... what if it hurt his feelings, what if he liked her.