Chapter 2: Anyone Lived in a Pretty How Town

Chapter 2: Anyone Lived in a Pretty How Town

After my deep-seeded hatred of Paris subsided, everything was once again copasetic. The summer was now upon us. I had never really had all that great of a summer. I'd had fun of course, but I'd never had a summer like waht i thought summer should be. I grew up watching shows like the Wonder Years. That's the kind of summer that i wanted. You know the kind: Me and some friends hanging out at someone's house because we're too broke to be able to afford anything better.
One day we found some sidewalk chalk in my girlfriend's garage. All of us, Paris, Rose(my girlfriend), Elle(her sister and his girlfriend), and myself went down to the street and bgan to draw. At first, our drawings were scattered and random. Slowly, they began to culminate into one mass mural. At its center was a giant eye. The eye seemed to gaze out into forever. The mural, long washed away by the rains, is survived only by a few photos, and remebered only by by the few of us who participated in its birth.
That summer seemed to go on forever. I was never going to end, or, at least, that was the thought. However, like the mural, that summer also faded into nothing but a memory.
School began again. Classes were once again filled by listless kids just trying to make it through.
Life was back to normal. What is normal, but monotonous activities.
Paris and i still saw quite a bit of each other during the weekends or whenever we both happened to be at Rose's house. That was cool. Then Paris stopped coming around. I learned from Rose that he and Elle had had quite a falling out. This was the beginning of all the trouble that Paris would eventually get himself into.