tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89950924693078570262012-02-16T00:17:11.971-08:00Her Last Goodbyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05522418133623198515noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8995092469307857026.post-51713539221000978252010-02-18T15:16:00.000-08:002010-02-19T08:47:53.273-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kq3Pym7XwZ8/S37AC_FqyXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/XRT1XyBA12U/s1600-h/Goodbye+summer.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439996557437618546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kq3Pym7XwZ8/S37AC_FqyXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/XRT1XyBA12U/s320/Goodbye+summer.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Summer would be no more. Eight months were ahead of her. Eight long months filled with social disasters, school worries, and family disagreements. Why couldn't it have been summer again? She would deeply miss him and every fiery night they spent together at camp. But now, he has disappeared. They have parted their different ways. A girl living in the bustling streets of New York City and a boy living in the moonlight of Paris. They were two opposites, yet so much alike. It was time for the new year to bring her something worthwhile. She was going to lose her breath this year--<span style="font-size:130%;"><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">she felt it in her bones</span></em>.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8995092469307857026-5171353922100097825?l=herlastgoodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Her Last Goodbyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05522418133623198515noreply@blogger.com0