LifelineHe was a simple boy; he just liked to have fun. He never wanted to be just like his dad was. He was a dreamer, but he had never had none, who made the most of his life, but never had one.Lifeline
I can’t totally remember the day I met Finley, but I do remember exactly how he looked. It was about a month into our sixth grade year, and my best friend at the time introduced me to him. He was a tiny bit taller than me, very skinny—and I mean skinny—with brown short hair and brown eyes. Because of his educated manner and vocabulary, my best friend and I nicknamed him “Proper Dude”, in which he responded with muc
