Everyday, Barb walked home from school. Jon’s house was in the way – and everytime he’d already be home in the front yard playing soccer or just chilling. He had a car.
They always looked at each other. They always ignored each other.
Then, a not-so-very-special-day, Barbara was walking home, stressing out about the 5 AP exams she was taking in a couple of weeks. She heard a “Hey” with a familiar, yet strange voice. She looked up. It was Jon standing next to the white-fence his father put up when they were both 5 years-old. The paint was pealing off.