Eleven

thirty eight.

"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.