Date: 12-20-2015
True's p.o.v
Nature is my best friend and I draw inspiration from the world around me. River court is my home away from home whenever I need to go to a place to clear my mind. I
am sitting down here on the bletchers and drawing pictures in my journal. Thank God, today is my seventh birthday. I don't have to go school so I can just relax today. I
might be lucky enough to catch a glimpse of the "ghost of river court". A teenage African American boy shooting hoops catches me off guard and I am taken a back by the
number on his jersey. "Hello, my name is Quentin Fields. You must have a pretty name to go along with that pretty face of yours" friendly, the gentleman greets me. I
am starting to have goosebumps because I thought that Quentin was suppose to be dead. "Hello,Quentin, my name is True Davis" smiling, I introduce myself shaking his
hand. "You look like Brooke Davis so you must be her daughter" he concludes studying me really closely. "You are right" blushing, I laugh. I am happy that I don't scare
him off with my horse like laugh. "We belong together and you don't even know it yet" he smirks removing a strand of hair away from my face. "I don't understand"
confused and frightened, I bring to his attention. "We know each other in another lifetime" he discloses walking back into the shadows.