Losing Grip
Chapter 1
As twenty-eight year old Mary Anne Spier walked down the familiar streets of Stoneybrook for the first time in 10 years, she smiled as she walked past all the familiar places where she and her friends had shared numerous happy moments together.
She was walking past a newsstand, when a gust of wind blew a copy of The Stoneybrook Times right in front of her. Purely by coincidence, the wind had flipped the pages to the obituary page. Mary Anne's eye happened to glance at a name.
Rachel Bruno
Bruno.
The name seemed vaguely familiar. Mary Anne continued reading . . .
Below the picture of a young girl, were these words:
Rachel Bruno
Age: 6
Was called home to the Lord on 29 July 2003,
Leaving behind loved ones:
Grandmother: Mabel Williams
Grandfather: David Bruno
Father: Logan Bruno.
Mother: Allison Hart
Logan Bruno.
Mary Anne gasped. Logan Bruno had been her boyfriend way back in the eighth grade, and some of high school.
"Hey, miss, if you wanna keep that paper, you gotta give me sixty cents." Growled the man in charge of the stand.
"Oh, ah, sure," replied Mary Anne as she fished through the coins in her purse to get the correct change. "Here you are. 'Bye."
When she reached her house, the one in which her father and stepmother lived in, she hurried to what used to be her room and opened the newspaper to the obituaries again.
" . . .Friends and relatives are welcome to the wake and funeral service . . ."
After checking the address of the wake, Mary Anne grabbed her handbag and headed for the address stated.
She was going to Logan Bruno's house.
Her married ex-boyfriend's house.
The end
Hello everyone. Thanks for reading my story! I hope you liked it and about to review t, too.
If I got Logan's parent's names wrong, sorry, because I don't know what their names are, so I'm making their names up.
The title Losing Grip comes from Avril Lavigne's song, losing grip. The lyrics of the song just matched what Logan will be saying to Mary Anne in the next one or two chapters.
I'm writing this story because I've got a long wait for the time when I can write about braces again.
Chapter 1
As twenty-eight year old Mary Anne Spier walked down the familiar streets of Stoneybrook for the first time in 10 years, she smiled as she walked past all the familiar places where she and her friends had shared numerous happy moments together.
She was walking past a newsstand, when a gust of wind blew a copy of The Stoneybrook Times right in front of her. Purely by coincidence, the wind had flipped the pages to the obituary page. Mary Anne's eye happened to glance at a name.
Rachel Bruno
Bruno.
The name seemed vaguely familiar. Mary Anne continued reading . . .
Below the picture of a young girl, were these words:
Rachel Bruno
Age: 6
Was called home to the Lord on 29 July 2003,
Leaving behind loved ones:
Grandmother: Mabel Williams
Grandfather: David Bruno
Father: Logan Bruno.
Mother: Allison Hart
Logan Bruno.
Mary Anne gasped. Logan Bruno had been her boyfriend way back in the eighth grade, and some of high school.
"Hey, miss, if you wanna keep that paper, you gotta give me sixty cents." Growled the man in charge of the stand.
"Oh, ah, sure," replied Mary Anne as she fished through the coins in her purse to get the correct change. "Here you are. 'Bye."
When she reached her house, the one in which her father and stepmother lived in, she hurried to what used to be her room and opened the newspaper to the obituaries again.
" . . .Friends and relatives are welcome to the wake and funeral service . . ."
After checking the address of the wake, Mary Anne grabbed her handbag and headed for the address stated.
She was going to Logan Bruno's house.
Her married ex-boyfriend's house.
The end
Hello everyone. Thanks for reading my story! I hope you liked it and about to review t, too.
If I got Logan's parent's names wrong, sorry, because I don't know what their names are, so I'm making their names up.
The title Losing Grip comes from Avril Lavigne's song, losing grip. The lyrics of the song just matched what Logan will be saying to Mary Anne in the next one or two chapters.
I'm writing this story because I've got a long wait for the time when I can write about braces again.