"indigo, your here, i need help with organizing these files in alphabetical order."
i grabbed the crate of folders from nancy and sat down at the desk.
"this won't be a problem, i'll be sure to get them back to you as soon as possible."
"thank you."
and with that she was off, busy woman she was.
i started organizing them starting with 'a',coming up with three of them before moving to the 'b's'.
tony bass.
georgia best.
and then i saw his.
there sitting right in front of me was dallas' file.
a file that contained facts about him.
truths that maybe made him not so mysterious anymore.
without thinking my hands opened up the folder, a picture of him on top of the thick pile of papers.
a copy of his birth certificate was the second thing i came in contact with, stating his birthday as may 8, 1995.
i flipped through seeing a black and white page.
my eyes scanned the sheet, curious to find out more.
birth name.. dallas elliot bloom
sex... male
date of birth... 4/8/1995
diagnosis..
my mind paused at the word not reading further.
i couldn't, that was just an invasion of privacy.
dallas and i were becoming somewhat friends and i just couldn't do this to him.
he would tell me in time.
i just hope that when he told me, it wouldn't be bad.
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Eleven
Storie breviwe met on a rooftop on the 11th day of the 11th month of the 11th hour. all because i had a seizure. it was weird because i hadn't had one in eight months. maybe it was fate. or maybe it was meant to be fatal. seeing as though we met at a hospital. ...