I run inside before anyone can see me or catch me crying my eyes out . I run downstairs and pull my cheer bag out of my floor. I open it and see the book laying there. I pick it up along with a pen i had on the nightstand and ome paper and did a rough draft.
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3 hours later i'm laying on my bed with wads upon wads of paper where I couldn't tell what to write. I close my eyes and let tears fly.
what do i do? what do I write?
I don't get it. I don't understand. I take the book and pencil over to my desk and slam it down and run my fingers through my hair stressfully.
"for layne. this is for layne" I say to myself outloud.
I pick up the pen and write the first couple of words:
"The music was blasting through the water speakers on the corner of my t.v stand."
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