Fifteen

Iris Miller

I was waiting at a McDonalds, in a fancy dress, getting weird looks from the people there. The date had been something of a disaster. Not James. He was perfect. It was the actual event. I felt sick to my stomach even thinking about it. All I could think of was to run out of there, and I didn’t stop until I reached the nearest town and found a place to sit at. Then, I did the only thing I could think of: I called Malaki.

The rich guy that had been ...