Big Whoop
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I walked down the hallway of my soon to be "old school", and since it was around 7:30am, it was very lonely. I quickly found Jacks locker, and slipped the letter in. I began to feel sick to my stomach. My mind was telling me to burn the letter and watch the remains of the paper fly away in the wind, but my heart was telling me to leave it in his locker, and let him read it. What I was most afraid of was that he was just going to ignore it, and eventually forget about it. Forget about me. "Don't forget about me," I whispered. And then I walked away, with those four words hanging in the air around his locker. Around the letter that held my feelings. And those feelings would soon be revealed to the boy with my heart.
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