katywitkowski
Each wall was covered from floor to ceiling with posters, cut outs from magazines, and pictures printed out in black and white. The young girl who frequented the room to sleep and escape would add a new one something for each milestone in her life, be it graduating eighth grade or discovering a new hiding place. A new friend, a new obsession, the passing of a beloved fish were all documented with masking tape and a resting place for her to go back to to find the memories connected to them.
"It was only a suggestion," he thought as she ran away about to completely destroy her reputation.
"Yet it was a good suggestion! I'd really like to try it, see if it's possible!" She drunkenly threw back at him, as if she had a special power when intoxicated to read his thoughts.
He didn't know what would happen, but he knew he'd be there for her afterwards either to pick up the pieces or to congratulate her.
She stood in the middle of the corn field like she did on most days around this time. There's something about a sunset being surrounded by so much green. She reached into the pocket of her overalls to pull out the squealing, squirming, snow white mouse and held it up towards the sun, so its head protected her eyes from the harmful sun.
When the teacher screamed at him, it was the first time he actually took notice during class. Granted, detention wasn't new to Jared, but screaming was uncalled for before now. But he couldn't help carving his lover's name on his third grade desk.
The harness was restraining her too much. All she wanted was to smell the whole yard. Her mom wouldn't let her run free; the last time that happened, a much larger dog came and attacked her. So, now she isn't even allowed to move more than 3 feet ahead of the mom.
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