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So, I see my 8th grade school bag in my closet and think, "hmm, wonder what's in there." So I grabbed it and opened it. Felt around inside. Found a book sock. Pulled it out. Saw "Emily" written on it. Said, quite loudly, "Oh shoot!" I really don't know where it came from. Almost threw it as far away as possible. I didn't, though. I have it. I want to get it away from me. And tossing it in the trash just isn't my style. It's a Day 3 when school starts again, so...I KNOW WHERE TO BRING IT!!!!!! YAY, return to sender! heart Woah, sorry, just a little hyper there sweatdrop It's been freaking me out for the past half hour.
So I found one other thing of interest in my bag. A piece of looseleaf all ripped up. Here's what I got from the scraps:
"You're"
"I GIVE UP"
"But then, why listen to me? I'm just a butthead. (at least I'll admit it)"
"Is it [...] destroy"
Okay, I managed to tape some bits together. Wow, I'm not missing too much of it...about 3 inches...I wonder what the heck the fight was about...
Actually, there was another piece of paper that I originally thought was part of the note, but wasn't. It's got a picture of a butterfly (a Butterfly of Peace, to be more exact) Okay, placing it at March/April of 8th grade. 2004 copyright w/ random swirlies and ugly butterfly. And in the corner, I wrote "Sorry. I feel so horrible." Okay, it's gotta be March. I know what this one was about...weird.
"Just thought you were..."
~nepie
 nepie · Sun Dec 31, 2006 @ 10:43pm · 0 Comments |
