”GET OUT out of this room. Now.” Your mother shouted with a tone that made your fingers shake and your small arms fill with goosebumps. you had a little shirt on, for midsummers. You’d always gone to midsummers, usually just running in the grass, feeding the fish in the little pond or just sitting around and avoiding your awful parents. you were only 6 years old. 6.

Sarah was, well, forced to go to midsummers- she usually went every year happy but this time? she had topper to deal with, and John b- but that’s a different story.

you grew up with Sarah- the girl who would babysit you or just build bracelets- search for sea shells, and honestly? Sarah feels like she can tell you anything and everything but you’re only 6 years old.

Sarah was stood with her back against the white, rich walls with topper- the guy who she’s been cheating on, he deserves all of that. He’d been asking and pressuring her to tell him if something was wrong- but, all the worries went away once your small giggled echoed through the party.

“oh- {{user}}, hey girly” Sarah’s eyes softened when she looked down at you, ignoring topper easily. when topper saw you, he hesitated and left. you ran over to her, she instantly scooped you up and kissed the top of your head.