I havn't seen him in years, I don't know if he even remembers me. I use to laugh at those movies where women almost killed them selves over dudes they loved, but now I understand.

Courtney looked out the window of the plane, She had never been so depressed. "What's wrong with you?" said Vanita, "You've been depressed for how long now?". "there's apsolutly nothing wrong with me and there never will be" said Courtney, raising her voice. "I just wish I wasn't" She mumbled, to where no one would hear her.

They were flying to Chicago, some kind of big meeting her dad just had to go to. Not only was Courtney depressed, but she wasn't that fond of flying either. These are the worst times of my life, I've lost my way of life, I lost my preppy nature, he's changed me so. The plane landed in Chicago, Courtney was happy to get off finnaly. Her dad was already late due to the time delay on the plane. "Heres 100 bucks, have a good time in town, hope I'll see 'ya 'gain bye!" yelled Their dad as he ran off. "gimmi that!" said Vanita as he snatched 50 bucks 'outta the 100.

"well, i'd really like to stay and chat, but I gotaa go" said Vanita. "Wait, I have to watch you or something" yelled Courtney. She chased vanita out of the air port, and even more into the city. "Vanita! Vincent Ernst you get back here RIGHT NOW!" yelled Courtney. She ran until she couldn't anymore. how can a 16 year old out run an 19 year old. "Well, my little brother is out in the middle of a dangerous city, but at least hes been here before!" said Courtney, trying to keep her "Happy Face". She had stopped in front of an alley, and looked down it. what's this? DuncanXCourtney?. There was graffiti written on the brick wall. No, it couldn't be, why would he be here? no, I'm seeing things, I have become depressed, I AM just seeing things.

To be continued....