I havn't seen him in years, I don't know if he even remembers me. I use to laugh at those films where women almost killed them selves over dudes they loved, but now I understand.

Courtney looked out the window of the plane, She had never been so depressed. "What's wrong with you?" a dit Vanita, "You've been depressed for how long now?". "there's apsolutly nothing wrong with me and there never will be" a dit Courtney, raising her voice. "I just wish I wasn't" She mumbled, to where no one would hear her.

They were flying to Chicago, some kind of big meeting her dad just had to go to. Not only was Courtney depressed, but she wasn't that fond of flying either. These are the worst times of my life, I've Lost my way of life, I Lost my preppy nature, he's changed me so. The plane landed in Chicago, Courtney was happy to get off finnaly. Her dad was already late due to the time delay on the plane. "Heres 100 bucks, have a good time in town, hope I'll see 'ya 'gain bye!" yelled Their dad as he ran off. "gimmi that!" a dit Vanita as he snatched 50 bucks 'outta the 100.

"well, i'd really like to stay and chat, but I gotaa go" a dit Vanita. "Wait, I have to watch toi ou something" yelled Courtney. She chased vanita out of the air port, and even plus into the city. "Vanita! Vincent Ernst toi get back here RIGHT NOW!" yelled Courtney. She ran until she couldn't anymore. how can a 16 an old out run an 19 an old. "Well, my little brother is out in the middle of a dangerous city, but at least hes been here before!" a dit Courtney, trying to keep her "Happy Face". She had stopped in front of an alley, and looked down it. what's this? DuncanXCourtney?. There was graffiti written on the brick wall. No, it couldn't be, why would he be here? no, I'm seeing things, I have become depressed, I AM just seeing things.

To be continued....