This story, like so many others, is about a girl. Well, technically, there are severalgirls in this story. Only one that really mattered.This is a story about girls, boys, late-night phone calls, laughs, mission trips toforeign countries, summer, lies, music, concerts, technology, friends, judgment day,graduation, Slurpees, private-school students, jealousy, shitty jobs, and it might even
be a love story. I honestly can’t tell you if it is or not. All I can tell you is what
happened, what I remember.
I am writing this for me. I’m writing this to figure out what happened, to rejoice
what went right, and to maybe, just maybe, fix what went wrong.This is a story about a small town called Ovilla, Texas.