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He pulled away from her hand. He never experience anything like it before, like a small spark flew between them as if he were electrocuted, an feeling that until that point only seemed really in those cheesy tv movies. However, because Elise didn't seem to notice the electricity he did he quickly brushed the thought off. It must be the static in the air or something...
"Shit. Just what I needed, another fun little trip to the principal's office." he thought. As Colin opened the heavy door leading into the office he made eye contact with principal Drummond. "God dammit, Colin. What's it this time?"
"Are you sure you actually want to know?" Colin smiled to himself and sat down in the chair that should have been labeled his.
“It’s in the cabinet” Jamie’s mother said. Little to her mothers knowledge there was something else in the cabinet. A dark, wooden box that must’ve been at least 80 years old. It had one of those old fashion key holes. You know the kind. While Jamie studied the box she noticed very small, deliberate cursive writing carved into the bottom. “To the light of my life, Jamie Margaret Foster.” She realized that maybe this new home wasn’t going to be a complete bore.