whoever's listening//a.i.

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 ␛eight: fifty-eight pm

dear whoever's listening,

i've been going back to school for the first time in three months. the loudness of the hallway still overwhelms me. despite what my ignorant friend says, i don't think i'll ever get used it, the loudness of my thoughts. haley used calm me down. we had a deal that we things got too bad for us to handle we would text each other and make some lame excuse as to we had to get the other from class. the classic still remains as "hayley is on her period and needs pads," a grotesque excuse that would never ever get questioned no matter who you were. her face would always grow bright red as she gathered her books and ran out the door whenever i was there. she would hit my arm and laugh and we would sit on the school bench outside talking about whatever was bothering us. she would tell me stories about her best friend from when she lived in the states. she always loved talking about how different culture was, something amazed her about it. she loved the idea of accents and different holidays. she never wanted to limit herself to one state of mind. i remembering buying her a map of the world with marker written over the places she always talked about. she loved it and took it everywhere she went. everything about this school reminds me of her.

thanks for listening.

love,

ashton

 ␛dedicated to imjustareject__ for being a cool person and actually reading my story