Impossible by Arianna Joseph (bearly read books .txt) 📕

nothing. I nodded.
“Yes” I smirked at him. Flirting! He grinned at me, and leaned down to kiss me, a long one. When he pulled back and left I leaned on the door and smiled.
This was definitely new.
February 12 2009, Florida
Devy
I looked at the school in front of me and laughed silently at myself. I never thought I’d end up back here again. Truly I thought I was going to move on, but apparently my mind thought the opposite.
I entered Lake Wood Middle School and headed for the Main Office. I remember when I was in middle school. I had enjoyed my second year of middle school, hanging out with my buddies.
When I got in the Main Office, no one saw me, but finally I caught a teacher’s eye and she ushered me into a room.
“What are you doing here?” she asked.
“Um . . . well I’m looking for someone” I said lamely. She grinned at me.
“I don’t think anyone knows you here, well not for almost three years.” I recognized her, I knew I did but I couldn’t remember her name. A shame.
“I just need information. A girl, I met here, she was a senior in this school.” I informed, she shook her head.
“I can’t give you that. And even if I could there were so many eighth graders here I can’t remember, it’s also been three years.” She frowned.
“Please.” I begged, and for a moment I thought she was going to kick me out, but finally she relented and nodded, she sat me down in a chair and turned on a computer.
“What’s the girl’s name?” she asked and glanced at me “Please tell me you know her name, I don’t think we have enough time for a picture search.”
“No I know her name” I had waited for this moment. Three years. “Angelica Sandwinders” she typed the name on the computer and clicked search.
She frowned. “We don’t have any Sandwinders, tons of Angelica’s. But no Sandwinders. Are you sure that’s the right name?” she asked and for a moment I didn’t here her.
How could I have been so naïve? Of course the girl should have been here, unless she gave me a fake name.
“That’s the name she told me.” I laughed “I’m so stupid.” The teacher glanced at him and gave him a wary stare.
“She gave me a fake name.” I explained and she nodded.
“I don’t know how, Mr. Bleu, but for some reason I can’t see a girl, any girl, give you a fake name” the woman grinned.
“Well . . . this girl is special.” I acknowledged.
“Are you sure? People change in three years.” She shrugged, “You should leave, though, before someone sees you” she suggested and I nodded.
There was only one way to determine where she was . . . her house, I never forgot her address, it was imprinted in my brain, where it was determined to stay.
. . .
I arrived at the address of her house, but it was all too different. It wasn’t her house anymore. New people were there, a new car. This wasn’t right! Where was she!
She couldn’t have gotten out of state. It would be impossible to find her then. Jimmy and Logan glanced at him.
“Hey man” Logan said “Maybe it’s best to leave it alone, I mean she’s one girl out of the whole world, what’s one girl lost?”
“I just have to find her.” I argued, both men shrugged. “Where are you?” I whispered to the wind, and groaned at the big search I’d have to make just to find a girl I met three years ago.

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 3

September 28 2009, St. Augustine, Florida
Islelynn
“Oh come on, Isle” Greg argued. “You’re making this so difficult!”
“I’m not; you’re just not listening to me! I told you already what I wanted for my life.” I objected, I felt the tears running down my face. “Why won’t you understand?” I whispered.
“We’ve been dating two years, Islelynn!” he said softly “I think now that you’re seventeen almost eighteen that you can make a decision like this.” he paused and looked away “I thought you loved me”
“I do!” I urged “I do Greg, but I told you, I’m so young, we’re both so young . . . there’s so much things we could do and achieve without having to be stuck in that” I suggested and he turned away.
“You don’t really love me, Isle. Or you would have said yes.” Greg said brokenly.
“I love you Gregory, I always have, but I’m not ready for marriage.” I came up behind him but he moved away and looked at me, quickly wiping his tears.
“Then I think we should just . . . take a break.” He said choked up. “Since you need some time”
“Greg . . .” I said whisper-soft. “No, please.”
“I won’t ask you again. I’m sorry for wasting two years of your life, Islelynn. I’ll not waste anymore of your precious time.” he said softly, not cruelty to his words, and this hurt the most.
“Gregory, please . . . don’t do this.” he smiled sadly and came to me, and kissed me lightly, but before I could kiss him back he pulled back and leaned his forehead on mine, and I cried.
“I’ve always loved you, Isle, always will. Goodbye, my love” he whispered and he was gone.
“Gregory!” I shouted. “Please! I . . .” but I was lost for words, because some part of me knew this was right. But I didn’t want to accept it. I still loved him. But I knew Gregory deserved more.

I entered the hotel room my family and I shared. Lulu and mom were smiling expectantly but immediately frowned at my face.
“Where’s Gregory, honey?” mom asked, and the tears came up again, harder. Lulu came by my side and cradled my head.
“I said no. He’s gone.” I said through tears. Lulu frowned.
“Oh honey! I’m sorry” mom said comfortingly, when the tears finally subsided I sat up and went to my bed. “We’ll leave tomorrow morning.” I nodded, and slept.
. . .
The next morning we had all packed our bags and loaded them in the car. Gregory’s car was gone. I knew he had left, because there was nothing here left for him. The tears came up again, but I willed them down.
When we reached home I immediately went to my room and dropped on my bed. Laying there I remembered the times Greg and I used to waste in here, reading the books I wrote, and just fooling around, the tears slid down my face. I couldn’t bear it, but yet I couldn’t take his pictures down.
I heard my door open and quickly wiped my tears.
“Hey, love” Elle’s voice sounded and I ran into her arms and my tears started anew. “I know how you feel, Greg was a great guy.”
“I loved him so much! Oh Elle, why did he have to ask me? Didn’t he know I loved him?” I cried harder.
“Oh honey don’t blame him, he loved you too you know.” Elle objected, and I shook my head. “He knew you so well. He let you go because he loved you. He knew you’d understand.”
I looked at Elle, “But I don’t” I wailed and cried harder. When the tears came much slower Elle began to talk to me.
“What did he do after that?” she asked, after I explained to her about the argument.
“Well he left, I didn’t go to him, because I knew he didn’t want be bothered so soon, so I just went back to the room. The next morning, Greg’s car was gone” I explained, she nodded.
“Well he was upset, love. Men are so much more emotional then girls . . . they need more time to get over these things, and I think you need to give Gregory a little time.” Elle suggested.
I nodded. “Yeah maybe you’re right.”
A few days later I came home to a pacing Lulu and a worried mother, two worried mothers, because Greg’s mother was there too, immediately I asked them what happened. But they seemed to take forever to respond.
“Mom? Lulu? Please, what’s going on?” I asked urgently, suddenly worried.
“Oh, Isle, it’s Greg” mom said brokenly, and my heart stopped. I looked at Mrs. Cooney, she was crying. I went by her side.
“What about Gregory?” I asked cautiously.
“He’s missing” I heard her, but it took a while for the words to settle in, I got up and walked to the window then hit it.
“He can’t be.” I said looking away, denying the tears. “I saw him a few days ago. He left for home” I objected.
“No” Mrs. Cooney said “He never came home. This isn’t like Gregory . . .” she paused and finally broke “Oh my poor baby” she clung to mom.
I looked away, unable to see so much grief. “Did you call the police?” I asked. Mrs. Cooney nodded, unable to speak. “Have you heard anything?”
“No” she cried harder, her tears so heavy, it felt like a burden.
“We can hope for the best, maybe he went away to think a little” Lulu said softly. But for some reason it didn’t seem good enough. That explanation, it seemed too stupid, unlike Gregory.
“Yes,” Mrs. Cooney said, although I heard the doubt, but the hopeful word. “I must go. George is probably up” George is Gregory’s younger brother.
George adored and admired Gregory.
. . .
Three days later we got a call from the police.
Mrs. Cooney came by crying, George following his mom, and stuttered through her words.
“What is it?” my mom asked softly, I slowly came downstairs. Lulu was with her boyfriend – Brent. So I pretended to take a nap while mom had watched T.V.
“Gr-Gregory!” she wailed. She started to have hiccups and I started to panic. What about Greg? Was he alright? Did the police find him?
“What about Greg? Did the police call?” mom asked. She had Mrs. Cooney sit down and George play in another room.
“He’s gone” Mrs. Cooney said tiredly, tears still streaming.
“Gone?” mom repeated “What do you mean-?”
“He’s dead! Oh my boy! My Gregory!” my heart stopped, Mom looked lost.
“H-how?”
“Car accident. He was driving off a street, and a truck drove him off the edge of a small hill, his car crashed in the water, he was trapped inside and the truck driver drove off! HE DROVE OFF!” she screamed Gregory’s name and mom caught my eye.
I ran off, I screamed.
“Gregory!!” I shouted to his pictures. “You can’t be gone! No . . . not now! It’s my fault. Gregory!” I shouted to nothing. I looked at a picture of us, blinded by my tears. Gregory was smiling we were at Universal Studios and he had just bought me our first anniversary gift. Was that only a year ago? Or six? I didn’t know. It felt so long.
And I