In study hall today, I closed my eyes and thought about nothing. And it was nice to not think. And I felt tranquil. I like that word, tranquil. I opened up my planner to the back of the cover...to the picture of me and Scott. And I didn't know what to feel. I'm not sure if this is good or bad. I started to remember everything about this picture. Who took it. Where it was. What day it was... And I remembered it was the day that I moved, taken in the house that I dearly love, taken by my sister who I dearly miss. I didn't know how long I stared but it must have been a while because his face suddenly became magnified, which is when I realized that I was crying. And I didn't want to move, just then, because I felt something. As I concentrated on his face, mine became meshed into his, like a hologram sticker that you use to put on your binder when you were a kid because it was 'cool.' I had his eyes and he had my smile. And we were the exact same person. It must have been the most breathtaking picture I've ever seen and I'm not saying that 'cause I'm in it. But it truly was. There is something beautifully haunting about seeing us that way. And I felt something tug at my heart. The bell rung and someone pushed my chair as they were passing by and the tears that were frozen into my eyes fell onto the picture of us. Our face was no longer magnified and we were both seperated into two different faces. I tried to rub the tears off but it stained. I ruined it. I left study hall to go to French to study subjunctive and indicative...and, well, I didn't know what to feel.

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