"You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you."

A brutally honest story about high school life

Fourth period had not started, yet Kennedy already felt like an extreme outcast. Her entire English class has grouped off to talk and gossip. Kennedy sat alone at her desk and flipped mindlessly through her binder in attempt to look preoccupied. Two girls, Jessica and Andy, sat on top of the two desks next to Kennedy. Jessica had recently dyed her hair jet black, which clashed with her light brown brows. Her drab brown eyes always seemed to lack emotion. Andy’s pitch black eyeliner and mascara harshly stood out against her porcelain skin and platinum blonde hair. Andy stretched out her legs and continued talking to Jessica.
 
Kennedy pulled out her Perks of Being a Wallflower book because she hated awkwardly starring into space as everyone else around her looked at her as the loner. She didn’t really read it, it was more of a prop to hide behind. She just sat there and couldn’t help but overhear Jessica and Andy talking about their newly obtained birth control and plans to go to the gym later that evening to burn off all one thousand calories they talked about planning to eat today.
 
English drug on for two hours, but to Kennedy it felt like twice as long. She hated that there was no creative writing in high school, only “literary responses”. She had always thought it was more important to be capable of writing your own material as opposed to dissecting hundred year old novels to bits. How much of this supposed subliminal messaging had the author even really intended? Surely not as much as the English department claimed.
 
When the bell finally rang, every other kid in the class rushed out to be with their friends. Kennedy had no reason to rush. Lunch was her least favorite time of day. She wasn’t very social and often found it hard to deal with Alyssa’s polar opposite personality, particularly when Jasey wasn’t around. Jasey got the privilege of being able to go home at the start of lunch because she had no after lunch classes, to Kennedy’s dismay.
 
Kennedy stalled by slowly putting away her textbook and binder and writing utensil. It didn’t buy her much time, but at least it was something. She left her class and decided to take the long route to where she hung out at lunch. On her way there, she passed Ethan and his friend Jason.
 
“‘Ey! Kennedy!” Ethan shouted at her. She was hoping she could manage to slip by without being noticed.
 
Kennedy sighed and turned to face them. “What?”
 
“Found any new guys to fuck with yet? Oh, and of course I don’t mean have sex with” he forced emphasis on the last phrase, “because we all know you don’t put out. You’re just a tease. I mean you lead things on to an inevitable end.” Ethan smirked and crossed his arms over his chest.
 
Kennedy smirked back. “Ooooh, someone’s a little bitter. It’s not my fault you fell for me so hard in, what, three weeks?”
 
The smirk quickly faded. “How many guys have you led on, exactly? There was Jason and me, but how many before that?” He paused and was quick to hide the hurt. “How big of a whore are you?”
 
She couldn’t help but laugh. “Any hurt you received was your own fault.”
 
“No. The two coldest places on this earth are Antarctica and your heart.” He said with a straight face and a tense stance. He truly believed it to his core.
 
That remark hit Kennedy hard. She naturally clenched her teeth together. “Your actions are why it didn’t work out.”
 
“Are you kidding?” Ethan laughed, but Kennedy and Jason could hear it was forced and fake. “I did everything any girl could want. I complimented you constantly, I wanted to meet your parents and have you meet mine, I got you presents, I agreed to wait. What else could you possibly want? I was the perfect gentleman to you!”
 
“That’s the problem- guys assume that every girl wants the same thing. Every guy thinks that ever girl wants to be told they are attractive, or smart, or that the girl is all the guy can think about. I didn’t want any of that. I know I have an average appearance. I know I’m generally intelligent, but definitely no genius. I don’t need a guy to lie to boost my confidence. Guys think all girls want those things, and in most cases they do, so they abuse it. All I ask is that a guy can assure me that I am a good person, never lie to me, and can respect me and my choices- even if he can’t understand them. That’s all I want. Forget presents, I’m simple if you just spend five minutes to figure that out.” Kennedy didn’t bother to wait and hear a retort. Some part of her wanted to know Jason’s stance on the whole issue, but the wiser part of her knew that if she did it would tear her apart.
 
When the final bell of the day rang, Kennedy felt a moment of relief. She rushed to her car and then rushed home and rushed to her laptop. She spent almost five hours reading old blog entries dating two years back and listening to her music. Her phone buzzed on the ground next to her. She contemplated answering it for a moment and flipped it over to read the caller ID. It was Alyssa. She opened the text, which only made Kennedy feel worse. ‘done with ur history essay?’
 
She ran her hand aggressively over her face. Kennedy had forgotten about it. ‘Haven’t started.’
 
Five minutes later, Alyssa replied again. ‘oh... u should get on that. i g2g, ttyl!’
 
Kennedy sighed aggressively. She loved her friend, but sometimes she would love to just scream in her face.
 
She tossed her phone across the room and clenching her eyes shut. Her laptop was balancing on her lap with every heavy breath. She was wearing a sweatshirt, underwear, and slippers and didn’t care much about it either. All she cared about now was comfort. Her makeup had smeared off her face and her hair was only half contained in the bun she flipped it into three hours ago.
 
Kennedy felt like she was on the verge of breaking. She felt like her composure was being held on by a string. She could tell a breakdown was coming. The words from Ethan. The amount of school work that would be expected from her tomorrow. The upcoming tests that would make or break her slipping grades. Her breathing was so deep that she felt it all the way down to her bellybutton. It shook her body. She pushed her laptop off of her but let the music continue to blast. She knew she couldn’t bear to listen to what was coming.
 
The two coldest places on this earth are Antarctica and your heart. The two coldest places on this earth are Antarctica and your heart. The two coldest places on this earth are Antarctica and your heart. The two coldest places on this earth are Antarctica and your heart. The two coldest places on this earth are Antarctica and your heart. The two coldest places on this earth are Antarctica and your heart. The two coldest places on this earth are Antarctica and your heart.
 
The words wouldn’t stop. They replayed over and over and over again in her head like a song being played on a loop.
 
She sunk from having her back up against the wall to having her body on the floor of her bedroom. She rolled to her side and pulled her knees as close to her chest as possible. Her shaky breathing turned to pathetic whimpering. Her shoulders curled inward. She was crying, yet no tears came out.
 
Kennedy couldn’t decide if she should force this to an end or just let herself be. She just wanted to feel better. She just wanted to get the feelings back; the feelings that she was incapable of identifying. She felt like something was broken inside of her. She felt lost and overly anxious and pathetic. She desired to be as emotionally content as she was in third grade- but high school is in a league of its own.
 
All of her control had now vanished. Tears slowly started to drip from her eyes. Not many, but enough. Silent cries called out from her throat. She had finally cracked. She prided herself on her emotional detachment. She hadn’t cried in eight years and that made her feel strong and powerful, but now that all had vanished. For the first time in her life, she experienced crying herself to sleep.
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Sorry! I know it's been months since I've written, but I honestly plan on sticking to this story. I love it and am committed to it. School was just too hectic to fit in any writing time. Let me know what you think. (: -Kimmie

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Okay so I was going through my Pages documents and found pages and pages of prewritten chapters, stories, plots, one-shots, etc. So I will be posting a ton in the next few days, I hope. Let me know if you still like this stuff or if I should just worry about the newer stuff. (Sorry this chapter is short)
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The reappearance of Mason stressed Addie out so much. She just couldn’t seem to figure it out. Why does he even care was her main concern. Ever since he showed up again she started getting flashbacks of her high school years.
 
She leaned against a counter in the kitchen and poured herself a glass of red wine. She corked the bottle back up and took a sip of the bitter liquid. The only thing missing was a steaming bubble bath, she figured. She started to walked towards the bathroom when her doorbell rang.
 
When Addie answered it, her fiancé was waiting with a grin on his face. “Hey sweetheart.” He greeted her.
 
She tried to smile back but her grin wasn’t very convincing. “Hey Jake.”
 
“Are you alright, Addie?” He asked placing his hands on the sides of her arms. He just came back from a business trip and stopped by Addie’s place right away. He missed her.
 
She looked down into her wine glass and starred at her reflection. “Yeah, I’m fine. I’m just really tired.”
 
His hands dropped from her arms. “Oh.” He said with a tone of defeat. “I was just going to see if we could watch a movie or something...”
 
“I don’t think tonight is a good night, Jake. I’m really tired and you just got back. Maybe another night?”
 
Jake nodded. “Yeah, you’re right. I have work tomorrow, so I better get home.” He leaned in to kiss her forehead. “Love you, Ad.”
 
Addie nodded and closed the door as soon as he left. She sighed forcefully and rushed to the bathroom to draw a bath.
 
As soon as the bubbles rose to the rim of the tub, Addie slowly lowered herself in. She took another sip of wine and leaned back. She had decided that she need to talk to Mason. She needed to figure a lot out. And she had a deadline- the wedding, if there would even be one.

This chapter is blahhh. But whatever. I'll try to post more for you guys- as long as there is love for this story.
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Jasey was in her room doing her daily yoga. The air was interlaced with the scent of incense and it was fairly dark from the gloomy weather outside her window. The pitter-patter of the rain and the relaxing hum of her Buddhist mantras created an atmosphere that made it easy for her to clear her mind of all materialistic and selfish thoughts.
 
After a few minutes, her doorbell rang. She had no idea who it might be, but she was the only one home, so had the responsibility of going to see. She walked all of the way downstairs, opened the door, and was face to face with her best friend Kennedy.
 
“Busy?” Her friend asked.
 
“I was just finishing my yoga. What’s up?”
 
Kennedy shrugged. “I just wanted to talk.”
 
Jasey stepped back and opened the door wider. Kennedy stepped through the entryway and waited for her friend to lock the door and start up the stairs so that she could follow. They both walked down the long hallway until they reached Jasey’s room. Jasey resumed her stretches on her yoga mat while Kennedy lounged on a floor pillow and pulled her knees up to her chest. Jasey had turned down the Buddhist chanting so that it was just a murmur of background noise. “So what is it that you want to talk about?” Jasey inquired.
 
Kennedy exhaled heavily and thought about her response. “I don’t know, Claire, I guess?
 
“Claire? Or Ethan?” Jasey asked, not intending it to be rude, just curious.
 
Kennedy took a second to really think about it. “Both?” She guessed. It was more about the situation than any actual person, though.
 
“Ah.” Jasey said using her palms to push her stomach off of the ground.
 
Kennedy sighed. “It’s starting to get to me, you know? I can’t stop over-thinking it.”
 
Jasey switched poses and was now facing her friend. “Over-thinking what exactly?”
 
“The situation everything has caused. I honestly regret ever speaking to Ethan. I regret ever liking him. I regret ever getting to know him.”
 
Jasey nodded. “Well I can tell you what the problem is there. Someone needs to learn to stop regretting.”
 
Kennedy shook her head. “I don’t get it. How do you not regret a single thing you’ve done?”
 
The rain suddenly got sizably louder and a boom of thunder erupted out of nowhere. Jasey shrugged and answered like the solution was so simple to see. “I never jeopardize someone else’s happiness for my own.”
 
Kennedy paused and started to think about every selfish thing she has done. The list was much longer than she’d like to admit to. “But not everything involves other people.”
 
“True.” Jasey put it simply. “But nothing else bothers me. If I did something, it had to be what I wanted at some point in time.”
 
Kennedy didn’t have anything else to say. She sat for a few minutes reflecting on her conversation. Jasey continued with her yoga and focused in on the sounds of the weather outside.
 
Kennedy broke the silence a few minutes later. “Claire never apologized. She lied to me time and time again, but no apology ever came.” She drew in a breath and held it. She released it and then continued. “She was my best friend. I want to forgive her, but she hasn’t even apologized.”
 
Jasey brought her yoga routine to a halt. She sat on the floor and turned to face Kennedy. “Here is something that has taken me a while to figure out, Kennedy. Forgiveness isn’t when you accept someone’s apology, it’s when you understand someone made a mistake but you are going to give them a second chance anyway.”
 
Kennedy was once again left speechless. It took her a while to find out how to reply and in the meantime Jasey just sat there patiently. “I’m not as good of a person as you, Jase.”
 
“Well, it can never hurt to try to be a better person. And the longer you wait for this to magically go away, the less chance that it ever will.” Jasey stood up and walked to turn off her speakers. Kennedy curled up with her chin on her knees and decided that Jasey was right. She knew that Jasey was always right and she was the best person to go to for advice because she never judged and always gave insightful and profound advice.
 
“So what now?” Jasey asked and pulled Kennedy out of her thought trance.
 
“Um...” Kennedy shook her head and rubbed her face with her right hand.
 
Jasey walked over to the doorway and flicked the lights all of the way off. “Tea?” She asked.
 
Kennedy nodded and hopped up. They walked together downstairs and into Jasey’s mother’s kitchen. It was in a pristine state of cleanliness, save the chef’s utensils that were drying next to the sink.
 
Jasey went to the pantry and took out two tea bags and filled a tea kettle with water. Kennedy stood in front of the sink while her friend started the tea and looked at the sole picture in the window sill. “How often do you think about him?” Kennedy inquired after a few minutes.
 
Jasey leaned back on the counter next to her friend and looked at the picture as well. She timidly crossed her arms over her chest and sighed, “Every morning when I wake up and every night before I fall asleep. If not more.”
 
Kennedy nodded and they both waited in silence looking at the picture of their lost companion.

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Sunday night Kennedy laid down on her stomach on her bedroom floor and typed away. She was busy creating a new post for her blog. She had a huge pair of over-the-ear headphones on to drown out all outside noise, so she could give all of her attention to her writing. Her ears filled with the relatable lyrics of The Script. Whenever she got stuck on how to convert her ideas to words, so would take a sip of herbal tea.
 
“Today’s events sort of have my mind spinning. One second I laugh at how sad the actions of some people in this day and age are. The next I wish I was in the place of one of those people.” She typed purely so that she could obtain some peace of mind.
 
“It was different when I was with Ethan. Well, if you can even call it that. We never technically dated, it just seemed like it. Boy, he liked me. He was completely and totally possessed by puppy love. Every day he tried to convince me to date him. Every time he saw me his face lit up with excitement that rivaled that of an eight year old on Christmas morning. He told me song lyrics reminded him of me. He even told his whole entire family about me a week after we met.
 
The day I ended it, I swear I thought he was going to cry. He was crushed, at the very least. He tried every possible way to get me to stay with him- not that I was ever really with him. When he finally excepted reality, he told me that he would never find someone as amazing as me. He told me it would take him months, if not years, to get over me.
 
Let’s fast-forward a week. He was then hooking up with my “best friend”. So much for never moving on. Even after the world knew about their hook ups, they still denied it. My best friend lied to me. Time after time. Then suddenly she admitted it for the first time as she announced to me her relationship with Ethan.
 
But it has never been a real relationship. He never smiled foolishly with that glint of happiness in his eyes when she was with him. He didn’t tell people about her. It was a month before he even told his family.
 
Now you can judge if you think I’m biased or not, but I honestly think he gave up. All of his relationships have failed terribly hurting him and never the girl. I think that he gave up on a genuine relationship. I think that he became desperate. I think he just wants to lose his v-card before he graduates this summer. Or maybe, subconsciously or consciously, he did it to spite me.
 
In any case, all of this hurt me. I never thought it would, seeing as I ended it, not him. That is supposed to mean I move on first. That is supposed to mean I don’t get hurt. But I guess not.
 
I just want so badly to walk up to him and say ‘Remember me? You once said that I meant everything to you and was irreplaceable- but wait, it took you one week to replace me with my best friend.’
 
But I won’t do that. I won’t because I don’t have the courage. I won’t because I need to be stronger than that. I need to be more mature than that and simply forget it.
 
I guess I just assumed he’d always be there. That he’d never move on. That he’d actually meant the things he said to me. But I guess that I’ve learned to not listen to what people tell you. Only believe them if you can feel that they truly mean what they say. Otherwise, words may just be spoken because the person who says them thinks it is what you want to hear.
 
I just wish I knew if he ever just sits in his room listening to a song that reminds him of me and just says, ‘God, I miss her’ or if he ever lays awake at night at thinks about how he regrets any of it. But at the same time I know that isn’t the type of person he is.
 
Ignorance is bliss, I suppose.”
 
Kennedy hit save in her word processing application and saved it to a password protected file before posting it to her blog. After it was published, she sat back and admired her work. She always felt a heavy weight being lifted from her chest every time she finished a post.
 
Then she started thinking more about the situation. It wasn’t that she wanted Ethan back- she one hundred percent stood by her decision to cut off her relations with him. If she was ever given the chance, she would change it so she would never meet him. But sadly, that isn’t the way the world works.
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QUESTION- would you rather this story stick to strictly the point of view of only girl characters or every once in a while include the point of view of the guy characters? -Kimmie

The next character needing an introduction is Alyssa. She is the type of person that can be a little hard to handle. She is type A to the greatest extent- ambitious, tightly wound, and a total perfectionist. Alyssa and Kennedy mesh well together with their opposing personalities, seeing as Kennedy is a type D person; stresses over the small things, exacerbates every situation, and completely pessimistic. The balance each other out and have grown to accept each other’s flaws in order to have such a strong friendship.
 
She was in her room Sunday afternoon dancing around on her wood floor in her slipper socks to the Taylor Swift that played off of her laptop. Alyssa shuffled some pages on her desk, put her pens back in a cup holder, and put her recently completed homework inside of her binder. She glanced up and out the window that was right in front of her to see Claire leaving Ethan’s house. Alyssa’s jaw almost dropped. She was well aware that both of his parents were at work which meant they were home alone and she knew very well what Ethan wanted and that Claire would most definitely comply.
 
Alyssa immediately picked up her phone off of her desk and sent a text to Kennedy telling her what she just found out as fast as her fingers would allow. Kennedy replied quickly, her text showing her shock which was fairly equal to Alyssa’s. While Kennedy and Alyssa could definitely not be considered prudes, they both prided themselves on being some of the very few girls that cared about class and decency in this day and age.
 
They shared a conversation of shock and ended it by saying they both knew it would happen eventually, which they did. Alyssa jogged downstairs to tell her mother what she had just learned. Her and her mother had a very close relationship. There really wasn’t anything that Alyssa kept from her.
 
“Guess what.” Alyssa said sitting down on a stool in the kitchen as her mom rinsed some dishes before putting them into the machine to finish the job.
 
“Hm?” Her mom acknowledged partially paying attention to her eldest daughter.
 
Alyssa squirmed on the stool in the attempt to make herself more comfortable. “Claire just left Ethan’s house. She was there but his parents weren’t.”
 
“What? How do you know?” Her mom replied and looked up to Alyssa. Her eyebrows were pulled in and down in minor surprise.
 
Alyssa explained, “Her dad just picked her up. And neither of his parents cars were parked outside.”
 
Her face relaxed. “Well that doesn’t really surprise me too much. We know how they both are. It was only a matter of time.”
 
“That’s what me and Kenny said!” Alyssa exclaimed. She knew it would probably happen the second she heard about Claire and Ethan having a “thing” but didn’t want to believe her friend would act so promiscuously.
 
“You better go get ready, Lyss. We need to leave for your sister’s ballet recital soon.”
 
Alyssa jumped down from the stool. “Alright.” She sighed and skipped up the stairs to her bedroom like a joyful child of seven.
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Please comment and tell me what you think! And also, I would really appreciate if you could tell your friends/contacts about this story either by faving it or telling them directly. Thank you! (: -Kimmie

I really want to finish writing some of my stories. Over the course of spring break and my summer I will definitely finish American Dream, but possibly a few others as well.
 
PLEASE, in the mean time, if you could check out my new story and comment telling me what you think, like, don't like, predictions, etc. I would really really appreciate it. Thank you so so much!
 
Here is my new story (:
 
Intro: http://www.polyvore.com/open_your_eyes_intro/set?id=29017950
 
Chapter 1: http://www.polyvore.com/open_your_eyes_chapter/set?id=29020171
 
Chapter 2: http://www.polyvore.com/open_your_eyes_chapter/set?id=29020242
 
Thanks! I love all of you! -Kimmie

Another main character in this story is Claire. Claire is sixteen and a junior, like Kennedy. Claire and Kennedy are close friends, but that friendship is fading.
 
Claire spent her Sunday over at Ethan’s house. There was very obviously something going on between them and every second they spent together, the more Claire liked him. But they both denied it to everyone who asked.
 
Claire convinced him to watch The Notebook with her, which wasn’t very hard considering he only wanted to achieve one thing. Claire, being the typical emotionally driven girl, started balling. Ethan put his arm around her and she cuddled up close with him and cried into his shoulder. When she looked up at him after she stopped crying, he leaned in and kissed her. It was only a matter of second before it turned into more with Ethan pulling Claire on top of him. She had only been kissed once before, by her boyfriend last year, but it was just a peck and only happened one time in the four months that they dated. Claire just went with it because she didn’t really know what to do. His kissing her quickly turned into him touching her, which turned into him kissing other parts of Claire’s body, which turned into his hands sliding under her shirt. Due to the fact that Ethan’s parents weren’t home, he was basically free to do whatever he wished.
 
Claire never stopped him. She liked him and wanted to make him happy, so allowed him to do whatever he felt like. He took off her t-shirt and then followed that by taking off her bra. He kissed her neck and made his way south. Claire didn’t really want it, so she just sat there and waited for him to finish.
 
A few minutes later, her phone started to vibrate in her pocket. She had to awkwardly squirm to get it out while Ethan was still busy making a Ethan-Claire-couch sandwich. “Hello?” She answered. It was her father telling her he was outside and it was time to go. She told him she would be right out, hung up, and practically had to insist he get off of her.
 
“You know you love it.” He said and added a wink. ‘More like love you’ she thought and blushed uncontrollably. As he got a last look at her body before she put her shirt and bra back on. She started to tell him goodbye and he hugged her. He slid his hand over her butt and pulled her closer to him. She kissed his cheek and left.
 
When she got to the car, her father asked if his parents were home seeing that there were no cars in the driveway. “Yeah of course. And Casey was over too.” She lied through her teeth.
 
“What did you guys do for three hours?” He asked.
 
Claire gulped and had to think fast. “We watched The Hangover and then played some racing game on his xbox.”
 
“Oh fun.” Her dad said and left it at that for the rest of the car ride.

This story starts off with Kennedy. She is seventeen years old and a junior at Roosevelt High School. Kennedy is one of the lower ranking people in the second level on the hierarchy pyramid, yet she still influences it greatly.
 
On Saturday March 1st, Kennedy spent her morning laying in bed with her laptop in her lap and her room’s surround sound blasting indie music. This was pretty much her typical weekend.
 
A word processing document was open with a page and a half filled with her daily rantings to be posted on her blog. The blinking of the cursor aggravated her as she tried so diligently to think of the word that was evading her. She sighed and reached over to grab her mug of tea, but her cat Kabuki jumped on the bed right as she was about to take a sip and the steaming tea splattered onto her school hoodie. “Buki!” She screeched out and pinched the hoodie to keep the dampened fabric from burning her skin. She set the laptop aside and started to take off her hoodie and her phone rang. She tossed the sweatshirt on the floor and picked up her phone off the nightstand. The caller ID read ‘Lyssa’ and she grunted knowing that Alyssa knew that she better not call Kennedy before eleven on weekends; if it was before eleven Kennedy was either sleeping or writing and in Kenny’s mind, neither of those need be interrupted for anything.
 
“Hello?” Kennedy said with a slightly apparent annoyance.
 
“Don’t be like that, Missy. You are about to loooooove me.” Her best friend declared.
 
Kennedy sighed as a pang of exhaustion hit her and ran her hand through her chestnut colored hair. “And why is that?”
 
“The phantom made another picture. This one is on that industrial container over by the elementary school.” Alyssa informed her friend.
 
With a condescending tone to her voice, Kennedy replied. “It’s street art Alyssa. Not a ‘picture’.”
 
“Whatever. Will you meet me over there in like 15?”
 
Kennedy glanced at the alarm clock on her nightstand. “Yeah. Bye.” She hit end call on her phone and tossed it onto her bed. She saved the draft of her blog entry and closed her laptop. Kennedy walked over to her mirror and starred at the blank canvas in front of her. She could only see the imperfections in her face and walked over to her desk and quickly applied her foundation and concealer to hide them. She swiped on mascara and eyeliner quickly and then a touch of lip balm. She got dressed carelessly into a v-neck, jeans, and Vans. Kennedy grabbed the sweatshirt and phone and left her room. On the way out the door, she dropped her sweatshirt in the dirty clothes hamper, grabbed her keys out of the dish by the door, slid her phone into her back jeans pocket, and yelled up to her mom that she was going to Alyssa’s and would be back in a little while.
 
She got into her decade old hand-me-down BMW and drove over to the location Alyssa told her about. It was only about a two minute walking distance from Alyssa’s house, so she was already there sitting on the rail of a staircase nearby. As soon as she saw her friend, she jumped off the rail and greeted her.
 
The off-white container was now marked with a piece of art- at least in Kennedy’s mind. There was globe rotated to show the Middle East. In the approximate location of the Gaza Strip were two vague black figures with machine guns aimed right at each other. Around the globe read the words- “Seek peace, not salvation.” with the ‘t’ in salvation being represented by a cross. Kennedy was in awe. She loved how blunt and courageous this mysterious figure was. Not to mention that extreme artistic skills he had.
 
“Now that is going to piss some people off.” said Kennedy.
 
Alyssa nodded. “But then again, what has he done that hasn’t?”
 
“So true.” Kennedy got out her phone and posed it to take a picture. She was already planning to come back later to take another with a real camera, but this would do for now.
 
Alyssa and herself were done here and got ready to leave. As they started walking to leave, a person appeared from around a building of the elementary school. The person was tall and wore a black hoodie with the hood down, jeans, and a black backpack. As soon as he saw them, he turned and ran for it. They both jogged ahead, but he was already gone. Alyssa and Kennedy both looked at each other and in unison said, “That’s him.”
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