Written in class. I think it’s a poem.

It’s kinda shit but, it eased a little tension for me. It’s not named. Maybe I can name it... Her.  How could he not see her? Years of being near her. Years of conversations he never read into Moments he could never see as anything more than what it was. It wasn’t until now, Her …

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Day 2: Hot Chocolate

A Chocolate Carol “Come on, Marissa! Get up! Let’s go!” Gabriela bellowed while plopping herself on Marissa’s bed. “No. Shut up. I am a sleeping and it is Saturday and Christmas eve eve. Go to sleep.” Marissa grumbled in response. “It. Is. Noon. GET UP! WE NEED TO GO!” “Shit. It’s noon? Ugh. Go where?”Marissa started stretching in her …