Falling at the Johnson’s
Tasha was the most beautiful girl I had ever met. We became instant friends. We would talk at school, text until the wee hours of the night, and we spent every free minute together. Tasha was an all-around athlete. Her father had been transferred to the power plant that sat on the outside of town. He was an engineer and worked long hours. Her mother had passed away from cancer three years prior to her moving to our town, so it was just her and her dad. She had been an all-district hitter and outfielder in softball. She also ran cross country and soccer. She was eagerly welcomed to each of the respective teams at our school. She instantly moved up to be one of the most popular girls in the school. She was smart, …