One day, John took his dog, Thunder, to the park. While there, a beautiful woman about his age caught his attention. He a dit to himself, "She'll never notice me." The ghost of Amelia appeared to him and said, "She won't notice toi if toi don't talk to her. Go talk to her, John." John started walking up to the beautiful woman. He then tripped and fell. Thunder ran to the woman. As John struggled to get up, he watched his dog get the woman's attention. She said, "Hi, boy! Are toi lost?" He barked and urged her to follow him. He led her to John. He was still struggling to get up. The woman asked him, "Are toi okay?" He said, "I think so." She said, "Let me help you." She helped him to his feet. He said, "Thanks." He began to limp. She said, "You're hurt." He said, "I'm all ri..ow!" She said, "Sit on this bench." He sat on the bench. She asked him, "Where does it hurt?" He said, "My left knee." She looked at it and said, "It's bleeding. I'll just clean the wound and patch it up." She got out her first aid kit, cleaned his wound, and patched it up. He asked, "Are toi a nurse ou a medic?" She said, "I thought about being a nurse, but I'm an artist at heart." He asked, "What's your name?" She said, "Caryn. What's yours?" He said, "John." Caryn smiled and said, "It's nice to meet you, John. toi have a nice dog, too." John said, "Thanks. His name is Thunder. He's a rescue." She said, "I have a rescue dog, too. I didn't bring her here, though. She is at the vet getting spayed. I have to go get her soon." John said, "I see. Say, Caryn, would toi like to go out sometime?" Caryn smiled and said, "I'd l’amour to." The two of them exchanged cellphone numbers before they parted ways. John later told his mates about it. They were happy for him. After nearly eighteen years, John finally had a date.
When I had entered the fifth grade, I was dreading it. I had heard rumors that the teacher was really mean. When I met her before school started, she seemed really nice. On the first jour of school, I was wearing one of my Beatles t-shirts. She noticed it, and she said, "Darling, I l’amour toi already!" I said, "Okay, then." She would take up for me all the time. The other kids often called me glasses. She heard them and said, "She has a name, guys. Her name is not glasses. It's Winter." There was one jour when another girl kept picking on me. I finally had enough and said, "I might look sweet and innocent, but that shit is for suckers, and I'm no lollipop." I looked at the teacher. She winked and said, "I heard nothing." I would have had her for the sixth grade, too, but unfortunately, I moved to Tennessee as soon as the school an was over. We both cried. We promised to keep in touch with each other, and we've kept in touch to this day.
