Fly ∆way Girl

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|HUM∆N|

"Here it is; the most horrible place known to man."

I looked up at the brick house in question. It was smallish, but it didn't look anything close to "The most horrible place known to man". In fact, it looked like a cozy little home, especially in the early morning light.

"What exactly makes it so horrible?" I asked.

"Many things my dear." He pointed at his ear. "Listen."

We both grew very silent, although I have no idea what we were listening for. I had almost given up when I heard the sound that had to be the one Larson was speaking of. Screaming. At least two people arguing. I couldn't quite make out what they were saying, but whatever it was, they were angry about it.

"It sounds like a constant replay for me; same people yelling, different subject matter." His face was stone cold like one of those on that important American mountain, the one whose name slips from me along with everything else.

Suddenly, the wooden door slung open, and a built man in a suit rushed out with a suitcase in one hand, and a set of keys in the other. He closed the distance between him and his Hummer in three long strides.

I didn't even have to ask my question...

"That's Ronald Jackson; hot shot business man by day, wife beater by night."

The awkward silence that happens when you feel like you need to say something, but you can't think of anything good, so you just stand there quietly happened between us.

Larson only allowed it to go on for a minute or so before he interrupted it. "Come on, let's go somewhere else until he gets home."

"Where?" I asked. Could he have yet another horrible place to visit?

"Wherever you want." He said with a casual smile. The Larson I know was slowly resurfacing, much to my relief.

"Well there is something I would like to try..."

He chuckled now, "I knew you would have somewhere in mind." He held out his hands to me. "Take me there."

The familiar white halls were around us in seconds, as well as hundreds of passing students rushing off to class.

"The school again?" Larson called over the masses of people chattering.

"There's something I want to try in the library." I yelled back. I left the hall, and appeared in the middle of the library.

I knew exactly where the book was. It's the one I used to beg students to pick up so I could helplessly read over their shoulder; my highschool yearbook. I had totally forgotten about it with everything that's been going on lately.

I removed the dark purple book from the shelf, and began shifting through pages until I got to the seniors section. My page flipping came to a quick stop when I found the page. 'Seniors 2015' was written in purple letters across the top of the page.

My eyes soured down the columns of faces that I didn't recognize. I went through two pages like this until I found someone I knew.