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Passing On The Stairs MAG

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I slowly put my books into my bag. Timing was crucial. Can't be half a second off. I slowly walked out of the room and down the hall. I walked into the back staircase and slowly descended. Just the thought made my heart beat a mile a minute and my stomach jump into my throat. My head started to spin, and the staircase felt like it was 200 degrees. The stairs started to slip from under my feet. I grabbed the banister and continued down. I scanned the faces as I rounded the corner, thinking I was going to miss him. But there he was. We locked gazes. His familiar blue eyes looked deep into mine, pulling out all the emotions I tried to forget.

"Hey," he said.

"Hi," I said weakly.

Then he was gone. c



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i love this so much!

on Jul. 21 2011 at 6:53 pm
CupcakeSaffy PLATINUM, Cochrane, Other
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Favorite Quote:
"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath away."

This is SO funny. =P