Chemistry Class

Chemistry Class

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Oh my, thanks for the journal Ashley! It's really pretty and now I can be a real journal-er! Here goes- Friday, September 16: I stare at these purple grey walls, and I know I'm ready to go. I don't feel anything. My cat died here, I had like, a lot of sleepovers with my friends here, I watched one million Netflix shows here. But my wooden dresser stares back at me with no no sadness. I glance at the open makeup, and pack it into my bag. I'm going to Harvard, I am going to be a med student. I am going to be a surgeon. I pick up my five bags, and head out the door.
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