Twenty-Seven
APRIL-18 YEARS OLD
“You are silly!” I squeal, running around the aisle in Spencer’s, “Stop it!” Matthew was about to catch me with the Freddie Krueger gloves.
“I’m gaining on you!” he yells.
“Matthew?” a sweet voice interrupts us. I turn around to see three girls. As soon as I look at Matthew, I know this is his Lindsay. He goes to her and I follow close by. She is beautiful. She had long blonde hair like mine, but darker.
“Hello Lindsay,” he says, “How are you?”
“I’m good,” she looks from me to him. “I heard you were…doing great. I’m glad for you,” she rushes to say.
“Yeah,” he reaches back and grabs my hand, “this is Kelly. Kelly this is Lindsay.”
She is not happy to meet me. She is angry and jealous. Matthew is definitely hers.
“Hello,” I put my hand out to her, “
