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Her hands gently rub off her skirt, removing the dirt that was never there. Her heart was racing. This was it. High school was over, she had graduated and this is the last time she'll be seeing her school mates; besides her close friends of course. She was wearing a body tight peach dress and even though everyone had been telling her that her dress was perfect for Senior's Farewell Bash, she was feeling insecure. Her hair perfectly straightened out, and her makeup on fleek. Surely Eileen was looking somewhat an angel, whether she believed it or not.

         "Eileen honey Abby's here!" Her mom shouted.

         "Coming" she said in response. She picked her shimering clutch from her bed and took one last glance at the mirror. She reached out to her night table to pick up one last thing before she could go. It was a letter. But not any ordinary letter, oh no, it was a letter for him. A letter for Grayson Dolan.

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