Okay, so we have a winner. The author who guessed the POV correctly is... APPLESNGRAPES! Jerome is the "lost person" in this story. The story is written in a poetry like fashion. So, don't expect any talking. They are going to be really short poems about Jerome's depressing last moments.
Me: I want to own this show. But, I don't.
Talking giraffe: Of course you do! Who doesn't?
Me: Justin Bieber?
Talking Giraffe: No silly, the pie!
Me: What?
Friend: You are weird...
Me: What just happened?
She ran into the street,
to get the ball.
The ball that unknowingly changed my life.
Forever.
I'll never forget the look of horror on her face.
The face that was always cheery,
content,
happy...
Her life flashed before my eyes.
Memories of our kid days.
Lemonade stands,
Girl Scout Cookies,
Family Photos.
Memories before this school.
Time stopped.
The last thing I remembered was screaming her name.
Then, I blacked out.
I heard her voice,
it faded away into black hole that built up around me.
Her smile pounded against the darkness that had drowned me
Her last smile...
I just wish that I could go back to that day,
make myself get the ball.
Put myself in her shoes.
I wish I had died.
I wish I was hit by the car.
She didn't deserve that,
the doors of death.
She deserved to live.
I deserve to die.
Poppy should still be here.
Don't be mad at me! I know I killed off Poppy, but I have another idea for what could make Jerome sad about with Mara. I felt really bad for Jerome in this first Poem. But, I'm kind of new at writing poetry for a story and all so cut me some slack! I should have the next chapter up by tomorrow morning or tomorrow afternoon. Don't hurt me if I don't.
Also, does anyone like my other story? The "Growing up in Nina and Fabian's life?" I only have 3 reviews for it and they are only for chapter 1! No reviews for chapter 2. Boo...
Anyhow, I got to go! See you later suckas!
-Anna [Or LuvLife]