In Senoia, Georgia, the sun had just risen. On the front porch was Ann. Her face was dull,and lifeless; her eyes dark and baggy, her hair was as grey as a raincloud, and as thin as paper,her bodywas frail, and unstable. One wrong move, and she could collapse. 

        She lived on a huge landscape of green hills. Her dirt drivewaywas a quarter of a mile long. All she could here was the soung of the hushed wind, cows, pigs,and chickens. 

        Ann sat inher old rocking chair that her sister had bought her twenty-something years ago. She sipped on her bitter coffe that she just made. She took a deep breath, and closed her weary eyes as she began to think. Out of all the things she could've been thinking of, only one thing filled her mid. "Is he really gone?," she asked herself. It was any moment now that her husband, Jack, would go outside to work on his broken tractor. Unfortunately, he never did that morning, and he never will again. It was rainy a few weeks before, the road was wet, and he was driving too fast.

        Ann thought about all of the beautiful times that theyhad shared. Her most vivid memory that she kept of them was the day that they met. It was 1962, and it was Ann's first day at Starrs Mill High School as a junior. She had just moved there from Virginia.

        Ann was racing down the hallway. This was a whole new school. A fresh new start, she didn't want to be late to her first class. As she finally entered the classroom releivedthat she wasn't late, she looked around for a place to sit. Everyone seemed to be staring at her, except the boy in the far corner she had noticed, looking down at his arms and hands, trying to wipe off the mud stains, and grass. All seats were filled except for one. She hurried down the aisle to take her spot. She set her stuff down as she sat down quietly. She examined all of her new classmates, looking all around her, when she turned her head left she was stopped dead in her tracks. She could've sworn there were hearts forming in her eyes.

        She got a closer look at the mud coveres boy. He was themost gorgeous boy she has ever seen. The sun peaked through the window, shining down on him. His blonde hair glistened, his blue eyes sparkled. His T-shirt fit like a glove, as well as his dirty, old blue jeans, and worn-out boots. 

        He has beenwiping most of the mud and grass off of himself, when his elbow knocked his pencil down at Ann's feet. He reached down to pick it up, and looked up at her, he smiled. His smile, she swore, could lighten up the darkest room. Soon enough, after she stopped gazing into his eyes, she smiled back. That seemed like just yesterday.

        As Ann opened her eyes again she began to smile, remembering his. She closed her eyes once more as a single tear rolled down her colorless face. Her memory of him never failed to make her smile. Even though he wasn't there, she knew that he was still there, living in her once beating heart.