Lovely Girl

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Sometimes I think I’m in love with Savannah Cotten, only sometimes though because she pretends that she doesn’t know who I am whenever I see her in public because I don’t go to the big school yet. But, I do think I love her when she comes over to babysit me every single Thursday night while Momma plays bridge with Mrs. Rogers down the street.
She always smelled like ivory soap and strawberry chewing gum. I reckon that’s important because it is the only thing about her that always stays the same. My older brother Jackson once called her reckless, and I wasn’t quite sure what that meant and when I asked he told me it was like when she got in that car with that man one morning instead of taking the school bus like she was supposed to.
On Thursday when she came to watch me, we sat on the couch and watched reality television. I didn’t understand why because she once told me she hated reality television because it was just fake people acting stupid and attempting to make it look real, then she told me to never act fake because I deserved to be myself and I agreed because I didn’t know what else to say even though I wasn’t very sure what she meant. I saw one of the girls on the show leave her house through her window in the middle of the night and I remembered a few times when I had seen Savannah do it too. The last time was back a few weeks, I saw her from my window. It was very late at night, so late that it was early in the morning-Momma told me it was bad for my health to stay up this late, but I was reading a good book so I thought maybe it was okay. There was a big commotion right outside my window, which faced right towards Savannah’s room. When I looked outside I saw her in a very short white dress, even shorter than what she ...

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...imes the best cough syrup is just a sip of water.
Willow used to wear the long sleeves, but she’s growing, she’s evolving, and she’s learning to figure things out. I am too, it took me a while to realize that everyone does things for a reason and sometimes you have to try to imagine a person’s reasons before you can understand who they are.
So, each day we grow from the experiences that leave scars, and even when the cut runs so deep it seems like it is never going to heal, it always does. Willow still has a hard time grasping that, but she’s starting to come along. That’s why I love her, she always comes along. She tries, she tries her hardest and even though she can’t always stay real, she makes the attempt.
All arms in, I found my spot at the table, right next to Willow. I’m happy with where I lie, and I know that somewhere the lovely girl is too.

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