The Ghost of Seventeen
Language: en
We were poor. Dirt poor. To buy him that birthday gift, I saved every cent I had for a whole year. The day my mom’s tragedy struck, I left school early. That was when I heard him laughing with his friends. "This piece of junk? A third-place prize at a local diner looks better than this," he said, shaking his head. His friend laughed loudly. "Since you hate it, Ty, give it to me. I’ll sell it and buy some decent gear." "Go ahead. Take it." Tyler Cole threw it to him like it was garbage. And that’s when his eyes met mine. Years later, at a high school reunion, I heard Tyler had been…