Jason s Power
I was fifteen on Thursday. No one wanted to come to the small party my mother gave me. Not even the beautiful summer day could stop my tears. "Hey, pretty girl! Why are you crying?" I saw a freckled-faced grin peering at me over the fence, with a shock of unruly red hair and glasses over his blue eyes. "Who are you?" I asked. "Jason Evans. My folks and I moved in yesterday. Can I come over?" "No. I want to be alone," I said in my best Greta Garbo imitation. In a moment, the gate...