June 02, 2005

The end of another year, thank God. I couldn't wait for the tree's to begin to turn their colored faces towards the steadily dimming sun. I cannot begin to express how I distaste the thought of my upcoming 'senior year'. It makes me wonder about Alice, and what she might be hiding from me. Sometimes she looks at me, but its as though my face were made of glass and she saw right through. Seeing something that had'nt happened yet. She avoids me whenever she 'sees' me about to ask her about it, and shes been carefully guarding her thoughts. I'd almost be worried, but Alice wouldn''t...

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