Now I'm gonna ad more of an intro cuz I forgot before. Okay.
Here goes.
What if Beth and Dave really met in high school? What if Dave was really a trouble maker? What happens when he meets a new girl from a big town? What if a whole bunch of other stuff happened? Those are the questions that you must ask yourself in order to understand this confusing story. Oh yah! and I made a mistake in the first part of the story, it's supposed to be the winter of 1979. Sorry. Well I'm done now so, enjoy the rest of the story. Bye.
This part is short. Sorry bout that. Well a few of these people are mine so just leave them alone! Why can't you just stop? And the rest belong to Paul Simms. Well send any comments and stuff like that to

     As we were walking, I asked, "How can Beth wear cloths like that when it's so cold out?" He laughed, "Beth refuses to wear anything that she thinks is un-cool. Even if she freezes to death." I smiled at him. Dave was nice. He had a way of making people feel comfortable around him. Always had a hint of sarcasm in his voice. He made me laugh. As we approached my house, I said good-bye and thanks for everything. As I was about to open the gate to our yard, he said, "So, uh, you wanna meet
half-way to school tomorrow? I live real close to here." I said sure and smiled. "Well, I should get home now. I'm late. Bye." he waved to me as he ran down the street. I thought to myself, maybe living here won't be as bad as I thought.

     I got up early the next morning, as not to be late for school. When I finished the usual morning routine, I ran down the stairs and ate breakfast. As I was chewing happily away at my cheerios, my grandmother said, "I saw you with that boy yesterday. Who is he?" My grandfather looked up from his newspaper and raised an eyebrow in suspicion. I quickly said, "He's a friend. He showed me around the school yesterday." I smiled innocently. And why shouldn't I act innocent? I hadn't done anything wrong. My grandmother frowned at me, "Well, I've seen that boy around. And I've heard he's quite the little trouble-maker. I don't want you to be around that young boy. He's a bad influence." she went back to drinking her tea. I was enraged. "You can't tell me who I can hang out with or not! He's my friend and the only one I have around here!" She looked at me, "You'll make more friends very soon. Nice friends. Like Shelly Cronstad." I responded to her, "Dave told me about her. She's the most stuck-up, self loving girl in the school. I don't think I'd get along with her. At all." my grandmother frowned again, "What that boy says is all lies! Lies! See what happens when you associate with trouble-makers? You get lied to." I shook my head. I peered up at the clock and saw that it was time to leave. I picked up my bag and ran out the door without even a goodbye.

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