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She's such a charmer,
oh no.

By B00MB0XG3N3R4T10N

 



Disclaimer:
Sadly, I do not own Panic at the Disco or any of the mentioned bands/famous people.
I am not affiliated with them either, another sad thing. I just own Lisa & some of the other
kids.

[AN: read & review please. No review, no update. Sorry.]


August 30
1993, the
day I turned 7, the day I turned into a big boy. Not only did I have a big party that day & not
only did I get a lot of cool gifts. I met this girl, she was pretty, she just moved into Summerlin
that day.

Her name was
Lisa,

I was playing at my front yard, eagerly waiting for my friends to arrive. I had the
attention span of a squirrel. A big truck across the road caught my eye. Men were unloading various
things into that house across the road; it's
been empty for a while now.

Subsequently, a small grey car parked into the basement. First, a very good looking man came out, he looked friendly. He caught
me staring at him, he winked at me. After him, a lady with auburn hair & green eyes came out
after him, she's pretty. She was holding a little girl about my age hand. She didn't look too happy. ``Mommy, I wanna go back to Chicago! I don't have friends here.'' She
cried as she tried to wriggle her way out of her mommy's grip. The pretty lady kissed the little girl's forehead & whispered something in the little girl's ear. The little
calmed down a tad bit; she was still shedding some tears though.

I never liked
seeing people sad, I'd always find out a way to
make them happy.

I looked at both
sides of the road, before I pass through the road. I stood by their sidewalk, staring at the little girl. The pretty lady with auburn
hair was struggling, trying to get her to stop crying. I watched from the distance. The pretty lady
looked over at me then back to the little girl, ``Looks like you have a
friend.'' The lady said as set free the little girl's hand. Then I realized; the pretty lady was the little girl's mommy. The pretty lady
gestured me to come over. She put her hand out, she took mine & we shook hands. ``Hey there, I'm Heather Venturi.'' She smiled at me.

``I'm George Ryan Ross.'' I smiled back. ``This is my daughter, Lisa.''
Heather said as she rested her palms on the little girl's shoulders.

She's such a charmer, Oh no.
I thought.

She had the prettiest
chestnut eyes, like mine, but mine weren't as
pretty as hers, she had flowing mid length hair; her hair was a shade of
reddish black. Did I tell you she had long
eyelashes? They accentuated her beautiful eyes. Lisa Venturi was a Classic Beauty. She was a rare
one.

Yes, at age 7, I
already knew how to appreciate beauty; I just wasn't good at explaining it.

``Wanna come over to my house?'' I asked. She nodded. ``Great, you can help me decorate!''
Lisa cocked an eyebrow then gasped, ``You're having a party?''
I nodded, proudly. ``It's my birthday today. I'm turning 7 years old; you must be my birthday gift.'' I
chuckled. She blushed.

& from that
day, I knew that was the start of a beautiful friendship.

What do you think? I
worked hard on this one.



 

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