Remembering You by Sandi Lynn

Prologue

They say young love isn’t real. That it’s only our bodies, full of raging hormones, and our minds filled with lust that make us think we are in love. I can tell them they’re wrong. Young love is real; it can, and it does exist, at least in my seventeen-year-old life.

“You are not to see that boy anymore!” Corrine yelled as she followed me up the stairs.

“Mom, stop! You don’t even know him.”

“I know enough not to like him.” She chased after me.

I stepped into my bedroom and turned towards the door. “You don’t like him because he’s not rich, and he doesn’t live in a big, fancy house,” I snapped.

Corrine followed me into my room. “He’s not good enough for you, and I don’t want you seeing him.”

“Really, Mother? Are you worried that I’ll tarnish your reputation, give your friends something to talk about, or, better yet, that I’ll disgrace the Montgomery name?”

“Claire, that’s not fair!” she snapped.

“Not fair?” I yelled. “What’s not fair is you judging Sam for where he comes from instead of getting to know him as a person.”

“This discussion is over and so is your relationship,” she yelled as she turned on her heels and stomped out of my room.

Tears started to sting my eyes as I lay on my bed, looking at the picture of us on my phone. Sam was perfect to me and I loved him. I just wished I could make my mother and father see that.