Six

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That night, I stayed up until at least eleven talking to Mercedes, which may not sound late to you, but is incredibly late for a nerd like me. It eventually ended with me falling asleep with my finger on the keyboard, filling my screen with a shitload of k's, along with the occasional l or j.

When I wake up, I shut my computer and go to take a shower. When I get out, I quickly eat breakfast and get to school quickly so I can talk to Mercedes before class. 

But when I got to school, she wasn't there, and she always shows up early. 

My heart sinks, and as I slowly walk to class, I finally realize the reality of it. This is going to be a regular thing in a few days. No more seeing her before first hour. No more talking to her whenever I can. No more seeing her smile at some joke that one of her friends told her. No more her.

As I anxiously await the arrival of Mercedes Marie Morelli, I finish up writing a story that I was working on. Feeling very disappointed, I ripped up all of the pages and threw them away. Why would it even matter. 

I took out another sheet of paper and started writing again.

I had an idea.

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