There's a Place for Us
The Good Old Days
It was an warm July morning when I popped my head out of the covers and wiped my eyes clear. It was
summer after sixth grade. Finally, after a full school year I couldnt wait to get down to the lake with Jordan and go fishing. I pulled on a pair of cut off jean shorts and a baseball t shirt. I ran down the stairs, "Mom, I'm going to the lake! " I shouted. I hopped down the wooden steps in our backyard that lead to the lake. I looked ahead to see Jordan, Marc, and my sister Abigail waiting on the end of the dock. "Hi Emily!" Jordan shouted. I waved and scurried down to the end of the dock, my long blonde hair flowing behind me. I didn't know it then, but that would be the last summer before any of us got serious with one another. We all had our best friends. It was Eric and Carly, Marc and Abigail, Jared and Kara, and then Jordan and I. We always broke off with are best friends. I missed those days sometimes. Nothing complicated, nothing romantic. Just Jordan and I skipping rocks on the lake, or Eric and Carly fishing off the dock. That summer was one for the books. We stayed up late, camped out by the lake, caught fireflies, and made campfires. The eight of us really made a special bond that summer. It was the last summer before things got complicated. The next year Eric and Carly got serious. They were in love. Jordan and I were still young, we didnt really understand that Eric and Carly were becoming more than friends. I never had a romantic thought about Jordan until our senior year. Eric had headed off to Carolina to play in the NHL, Carly had gone with him and from what the rest of us heard they were very happy together. Marc and Abigail were together too at that point. Everyone seemed to be looking at Jordan and I to be the next in line. I dont think either of us were willing to risk our friendship at the point. We were only juniors in high school and the last thing I wanted was to lose my best friend. People at school assumed we were dating but we didnt care. All that mattered by I had my best friend and he had his. Nothing really changed until the summer of our senior year.
summer after sixth grade. Finally, after a full school year I couldnt wait to get down to the lake with Jordan and go fishing. I pulled on a pair of cut off jean shorts and a baseball t shirt. I ran down the stairs, "Mom, I'm going to the lake! " I shouted. I hopped down the wooden steps in our backyard that lead to the lake. I looked ahead to see Jordan, Marc, and my sister Abigail waiting on the end of the dock. "Hi Emily!" Jordan shouted. I waved and scurried down to the end of the dock, my long blonde hair flowing behind me. I didn't know it then, but that would be the last summer before any of us got serious with one another. We all had our best friends. It was Eric and Carly, Marc and Abigail, Jared and Kara, and then Jordan and I. We always broke off with are best friends. I missed those days sometimes. Nothing complicated, nothing romantic. Just Jordan and I skipping rocks on the lake, or Eric and Carly fishing off the dock. That summer was one for the books. We stayed up late, camped out by the lake, caught fireflies, and made campfires. The eight of us really made a special bond that summer. It was the last summer before things got complicated. The next year Eric and Carly got serious. They were in love. Jordan and I were still young, we didnt really understand that Eric and Carly were becoming more than friends. I never had a romantic thought about Jordan until our senior year. Eric had headed off to Carolina to play in the NHL, Carly had gone with him and from what the rest of us heard they were very happy together. Marc and Abigail were together too at that point. Everyone seemed to be looking at Jordan and I to be the next in line. I dont think either of us were willing to risk our friendship at the point. We were only juniors in high school and the last thing I wanted was to lose my best friend. People at school assumed we were dating but we didnt care. All that mattered by I had my best friend and he had his. Nothing really changed until the summer of our senior year.
