Chapter 11

Susie’s POV

“Well, before that, where is my journal album?” I ask him, re-directing his own question. I will get my stuff back from the girls soon. Where the heck were they anyways? Was I really so horrible? If I am, then they are about the get a full smack of my own ass.

He got up from my bed and ran to what I assumed to be his room. He came back not even a second later. When he gave me the album, I asked him to get my portable picture printer, he gave it to me, and I started printing pictures. I knew they became horrible memories, but I loved having pictures of my life. My parents never had a single picture of me with them. I love pictures.

“To answer your question, he was a dear friend. When I moved to my dad’s pack, he and I met again. He was with a date so he wouldn’t look stupid there in the meeting. He confessed he had a crush on me, and I had one on him too.” I try hard to say those words as I print the last pictures from my cell, the ones I have the streng