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Willow inhaled and exhaled. She looked over the edge at the rushing waters fifty feet below her. She leaned onto the rail, still thinking about this boy's journal. She didn't even have enough courage to read the rest because she knew she would cry. And heaven forbid someone see her cry.
A holler interrupted her thoughts, "What do you think you're doing?!"
Willow looked over where the teasing voice was coming from. It was the same girl from the night before. Now Willow could see her whole face in the street lamp light while yesterday, she was far from a street lamp. The girl was standing a good 3 inches taller than her, and she had gorgeous big brown doe-like marbles for eye. She had brown hair, but she dyed most of it a golden blonde.
Remembering Ansley's response from the day before, Willow smirked and replied, "I wasn't going to jump, if that's what you thought I was going to do."
Ansley chuckled. She walked up next to Willow and leaned on the rail next to her, "What are you thinking about now?"
"I figured out about this guy in my grade today. He seems to be really good at blending in with the crowd and always being in the background. Like I figured out that he existed today."
"Wow, would I love to be that invisible." Ansley jealously huffed.
"Yeah, he's great at being invisible. And I accidentally came across his journal/diary thing. There's... something off about him though. He lost his mom, and he seems sad, but not devastated... I don't exactly understand that."
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Willow opened the front door silently and tip-toed across the chilly hard wood flooring and towards the carpeted stairs. She bounded up the stairs as fast and as quietly as she could, trying not to wake up her mom at 2:36 a.m.
She reached her room and stepped in. She closed her door, trying to muffle the clicking noise it made. She breathed out heavily because she had been holding her breath that whole time. Willow looked across her dark room and spotted something in the unlit corner.
A portfolio.
The last time she picked that up was a year ago. Memories flashed before her eyes. A feeling much like insanity latched onto the pit of her stomach. The portfolio glared back at her, she stared back as if challenging a monster to climb out of the black canvas covering.
She remembered.
And she pushed the memories to the back of her mind so that she wouldn't have to think about it.
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