I remember when I was in sixth grade; there was this girl, Marion. She had dark eyes and dark hair and she was simply the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. She was funny and animated and so fun to be around-so it seemed. I never hung…
Zach’s grandpa died.
"Zach, do you want to come with me to Grandpa’s house?" asked Dad. "There’s some stuff I have to clean up."