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Wednesday, December 19, 2007
in which addie is that girl

she stepped into the library to find some books to spend the week with her. as she walk down the black hallway the fond imagine of her friends seem to take their role. their laughter cover the music she was listening to. the road in front of her started to blur out. she took a deep breath and said softly. wish they were here.



she left her bags in the 20cents locker the same locker where she and her friend would place their bags. while the bag fit nicely into the locker she remember how they would try to stuff all three bags into the locker and try not to be the one to hold the keys. now she had the whole locker to herself, she now holds the key. the key which means more than the opening to the locker.



she went to the second floor. headed towards the metal box where they once used to sit around and talk and laugh till the lady in green would shut them up. she cant have that now, all she could have is the books where she never had to fight over with....

♥ ...I'm glad you're the one I spent it with.

9:02:00 PM