Angol
Emily I had a good life… a safe life…a quiet life… I had a place to live and food to eat and a bed to sleep in… Books to read, paper to draw on and a friend who didn't mind when I wouldn't answer questions… I didn't realize I also had a hole in my heart and a void in my soul… Until I met Jack… He ran headlong into my walls and broke through them, crumbling them to the ground, seeing the real me and choosing to stay by my side. Jack I had a great life… a loud life… a different life… I lived with my parents and five brothers in a new house in a new neighborhood in a new town… I spent hours on my bike, riding miles at a time… Or, I did, until a quiet girl sitting on her front porch brought me to a screeching halt… And I found something and someone I never knew I needed in the first place... Her name is Emily and she makes me whole. A boy on his bike, a girl on her porch... Not all stories start so simply, but the story of Jack and Emily does.
