Page 14 - The Life of A Teenage Girl (Stories About Finding Your Way)

THE LIFE OF A TEENAGE GIRL

My Mom waved at him, and I pulled him out, and we walked down
the street.

Jayson and I have been good friends—well, not just friends, best

friends —since we were five. Our parents met at a night festival, and
when they brought us together, we connected like magnets. We even

kept the same old photo of us from years ago, tucked into our wallets.
It became our quiet pact. If either of us ever threw it away, it would

mean the friendship was over. But neither Jayson nor I have ever done
that. And we never will.

“So,” I cleared my throat. “What happened back in Italy? Did you

have a good weekend?”
Jayson gripped his backpack tightly, “Yeah. I stayed with my

cousins and Nonna.”

“Your Nonna? Oh, I love her! Even though I met her once, she’s
still the best grandma I’ve ever talked to,” I shrieked in happiness.

He then stopped and took something from his bag, like a small
brown box. “Well, she misses you, so she told me to give you some of

her new, fresh bomboloni desserts,”
“Oh my gosh! Really?” I covered my mouth in surprise.

He handed the small box of bomboloni dessert to me, “Yeah, and

it’s filled with your favorites, jam, cream, and Nutella.”
I opened the box, smelling the goodness and delight of the desserts.

“Aw, please tell her I said thank you.”
Jayson smiled and nodded.

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