Christine Carole

By Stanmaps

Mike is visited by a girl from his grammar school when his Mom throws a Christmas party. My how she's changed. 

"A little smile, a little beer,
A bit of weed from someone near, 
A little kiss from one held dear,
Best wishes for the cumming year." 

PROLOGUE

A FADED MEMORY

Christine Carole, Christine Carole, Christine Carole...

Hmmmm, I hadn't thought about her for years.

What little and faded memory I had of Christine was that thin, meek, frail, and awkward girl with the thick glasses and braces. The one who sat in the back of class and blended in with the wall. The one who used her extremely long hair to shield herself from the world. The one who was always forgotten for class projects and picked last for teams. 

I think she was voted most likely to fade away.

That's about all I can remember about her from grade school. She was that non-descript and uninvolved. Even in the grade school yearbook, there was only one picture of her.

That was the Christine Carole I could barely remember in grade school. 

I wanted nothing to do with her. 

Nothing at all.

And then this Christmas happened...