When it became late, we both crawled into bed. It was strange. It was strange to be back here. In my bed. In my room. With the people, I grew up with. I couldn't help but feel guilty. I left everything behind. I'm not saying I regretted it. Because I don't. It was one of the best experiences of my life. And I wouldn't miss it for the world.
"It's a shame, isn't it?" Ton whispered.
"What is?" I whispered back, half asleep.
"You didn't find that girl," Ton slurred.
"Maybe," I replied.
"It sucks, though. Because a few days after you left, I found out her name. I even asked Agatha," Ton whispered, his voice getting quieter and quieter, as he grew more tired.
"What was it?" I joked.
"Poppy," he slurred.
My eyes shot open.
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The Old Tuck Shop
Teen FictionFinley Green's life has been nothing but one tragedy after the next. His mother's abandonment and years trapped in a care home are just the tips of the iceberg. Poppy Starr's life has been a walk in the park. Perfect family. Perfect home. Perfect f...
