My name is George Wilson and I was born on April 27, 1882. I was born to lower class parents who raised me up religiously. I didn’t really have much and I am angry for that. My dad owned an auto shop and I used to help him out and soon after, I became the owner of the auto shop. I worked there day and night, it was my only dream and the only thing I had for myself. It gets kind of lonely working by myself but the customers always keep me happy.
I don’t have the biggest job out there and I am not really upper class but I want to move up. I don’t want to work in this run down place anymore. I don’t really have many friends but I have god & Myrtle for me and that is all I need. Myrtle is my best friend and I love her so much. She is an idol to me and I adore her always. Even though I don’t have much, I always want to keep my Myrtle happy even though I maybe mad all the time.
Myrtle is the best girl ever and she always had been the best gift in my life. I liked her a lot. I met Myrtle when she brought her car over to my shop and asked me to fix it. I tried to make small talk with her at first but she didn’t seem interested and I was still trying to talk with her just to be nice.
I kept on talking and after a while, I said something that made her laugh. God, she has the most beautiful laugh in the entire valley. I have never met a girl like Myrtle.
The way she looked at me that day was a look that I will never forget. She started to talk about herself and what she does and I was just too busy looking at her. She was truly mesmerizing. I don’t really go for upper class women since most of them wouldn’t even take a time of day to come to my shop. Although Myrtle, she was one of the few that actually came and the first woman to talk to me. We kept on talking and talking and she was very interesting. She kept on visiting the auto shop many times although I knew she was just coming to talk to me.
We had a connection and it was s…