I didn't want to be reminded of Gaven every time I felt safe, I didn't even want to be reminded of him at all. I just wanted to forget everything that had happened with him, everything that we ever went through together. Even though this would destroy the last three years of my life, it was better then having a broken heart. Greg stood there, squeezing me gentley in his arms. Gaven had never been very gentle with me before. I thought about my brothers and my mom, and all of Gaven's brothers and sister. My stomach growled and Greg pulled me apart from his chest and looked at me sternly. Then, he pulled me close and whispered in my ear, "I saw you drop the rest of your bagel. Go make yourself another half." He said as he let me go, holding on to my hand as I went until I was out of reach. There was something about that moment that made me know I would never forget it.

I wish I could be with Greg the way I was with Gaven, only Greg and I would have worked out better. And I wouldn't be heart broken. The only thing I had to remember Gaven by were four scars he left on the back of my left knee from him digging his non existent finger nails into. I ran my fingers across the scars as I sat down to eat another half of a bagel. Pa looked at me and smiled to see that I was eating. "Papa!" Samantha screamed as she ran in the room, "I don't know what to wear to school today!" It was just then when I realized she was only wearing her underwear. I covered my mouth so my smile wouldn't show as Pa asked me to go with Samantha and help her get dressed. I nodded my head and followed Samantha into her room. We picked out her white  knee top socks and her red apple dress, and black buckle shoes to wear.

"We need to do something with my hair Maddie." She said, rolling her eyes at me like I was stupid for thinkning that first. "Okay!" I yipped back as I pulled her hair into two pony tails on the sides of her head. She smiled at herself and then walked out of the bathroom, yelling thanks when she got upstairs. "You're welcome!" I hollered back as I took the brush and began to do my own hair. I had never put my hair up, so I took the whole bundle of my hair and twisted it to a bun and then put about seven bobby pins in the back to keep it up. When I came out, all eyes fell on me. No one said anything, but they all opened their mouths to try and say something. "Is...Something wrong?" I said as I began to put my head down. "No!" Greg yelled before I could take it down. "You, you look beautiful." He said, smiling at me and taking my hand.

"C'mon guys! It's time to walk to school!" He yelled as everyone fled twords us, grabbing lunch bags as we past the counted. The walk to school was great, it was so beautiful. There was a long stream that led us to the school and back, but it was one of the most beautful things I had ever seen. There were pink wild flowers growing all around it. Greg saw me looking, as I did every day, and bent over and picked me one of the flowers. He smiled at me and tuked it in my hair. I blushed and covered my smile until he pulled my hand away to see it. I hated my smile, but every time I'd try to hide it, Greg would pull my hand away and look at my smile as long as he could. My whole life people had complimented on how horrible my teeth looked and how my front teeth were big. So, naturally I hid it to keep the bad comments away.

When we finally got to school Greg led me to my chair and then pulled it out for me and gestured for me to sit down. When I sat down he scooted in my chair and then sat down beside me at the table. Everyone eyeballed him, whispering things in each others' ears. I didn't know what they were saying, and this bothered me alot. Are they talking about me? Is it my teeth? My hair? I wondered for the first five minutes of class before the teach yelled for my attention. "What Mrs. Rams?" I asked, feeling stupid. "What is fifteen times three." She said, getting impatient. "Uh. Fifteen times three would be..." I grabbed out a piece of paper and wrpte down the numbers. Fifteen plus fifteen equals thirty, thirty plus fifteen more equals... "Forty five!" I yelled. Mrs. Rams nodded her head and moved on to asking other students that weren't paying attention questions.

I sighed and looked down feeling embaressed. Greg moved his hand over to mine and place it over, holding my hand for comfort. I smiled, and didn't cover it. The smile that grew on his face was to die for. I never knew my smile could make someone so happy. By the end of class I had learned absolutely nothing, Greg and I were passing looks at each other all day and refused to listen to whatever important announcment the teacher was making at this time.