My name is Spencer Carlin. I guess if there was one word to describe me, it would be clumsy. Since I was old enough to walk, I always fell into things. I fell into the coffee table, or I fell into the dinner chair. I fell into something different all the time. When I hit my teen years, I stopped falling into physical things that would bruise me and started falling into things that hurt another part of me: my reputation. I fell into the wrong crowd, or I fell into the wrong place at the wrong time. No matter what I tried to do, I was always falling. Immediately after meeting Ashley Davies, I discovered a new way to fall. I fell in love.

We never discussed how we felt about each other. Actually I take that back. She never discussed how she felt about me. I tried to always tell her how I felt, but I guess she never felt the same. From age sixteen to where I am now, nineteen years young, Ashley and I have been best friends. We live in the same apartment building, right next to each other, so that we’re always just a few steps away, but we still have time to ourselves. Besides, she always has Aiden and I don’t care to be in the same room as them when they’re doing their thing.

Today was like any other day, or so that’s how it started. I woke up to my alarm clock aggravating me to pieces. I lay in bed for half an hour before actually moving from beneath my sheets. I stood up and threw my hands above my head, and bent my back as to stretch as I did every morning. I straightened my boxer shorts so they weren’t bunching around me. I grabbed a towel and headed to the bathroom. I did my morning routine in showering, doing my hair and make up, and then pouring a bowl of cereal. I turned on the television while I ate and watched the morning news. I heard about some horrible fire in southern California. I felt bad for all the people loosing their homes, but at the same time, I was thankful that I had moved to Georgia.