There was a small little shoe boxed wrapped in red in front of our house with our address written in black. The package was too big for our slot in the door for mail. Mom takes the package in and sets it in my room on my bed.
Checking the box, I noticed how relax the person's handwriting was. It almost seems familiar. I open the box up. Inside were a few notes and cassettes. The cassettes were numbered with blue nail polish, it seemed. Who uses cassettes now a days? An idea pops into my mind. Dad has a stereo I can use. It's in the garage.
The stereo was old, but it was able to play the tapes. I set my backpack down and drag a chair to sit near. I popped a cassette in and pushed Play.
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15 Reasons Why | "You Could Save Her?"
Teen Fictiona story to my friend | ? ❤ summary Heh, do I really have to place an introduction? The name's. Rikkun. Larrson. And trust me, you must've heard my name at lest once in your life. And it's cool. Why? Because you've played a "big" role in my life. So...
