It's a Friday night. You are going through your old items. You are now twenty years old, living with your mother and younger brother. You are in college, wanting to be a teacher. You decide to go through some old items. You come apon a hit list you and your ex lover wrote in the tenth grade. The same ex lover you thought you'd be with forever, but happened to make the mistake of cheating on them. Oh, memories. You scramble through this hit list, scanning the names. At first, you push it off to the side as a joke. You start getting close to the bottom and feel sudden hatred come across you warm heart. You slam the book, set it down, and head to bed.
