They called me saying it' s done, to come pick it up. I get in my car and start driving.
It's been 7 months since Summer brought that gun to school. I've visited her once every two weeks since she was sentenced. She says she wishes they would have just sentenced her to death. Secretly, I ask how she wasn't put on death row.
Now that my mom has moved us away from the jail Summer is at, all I'll be able to do is write her. I've got something special done to send her. That's what I'm picking up.
I pull up to the place I was a week ago. This better be good.
"Are you Logan?" a guy asks me when I'm inside.
I nod slowly. This place is weird.
"I've got your book back here," the guy motions me to behind the counter.
He hands me a small book that's slightly smaller than my hand. The cover says
Logan and Summer's Winning Film
I put my finger on the pages and let them fan over. I watch our film in flipbook fashion. I smile.
The End
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