I started my journal. I figure if I have to write 500 words, the sooner I finish, the better. And the sooner I finish, the sooner everyone will be off of my case and Caitlin will take me back.
I wrote about the first time I saw her.
I was with Tom, and I stopped in my tracks.
"That's Caitlin McCourt. Remember from kindergarten? And every grade after that." Tom said.
But she was different. I couldn't stop thinking about her, and fantasizing about her from that moment in the parking lot.
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