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mmmmmIt was like any other day. One young couple stood by the street lightwaiting for the bus to arrive. It was very cold outside, even with the thickest coat they can buy it still made them shiver. It was not windy though, the sky was dark grey with speckled white floating down.
mmmmmThe two of them were completely in sync almost as if they were twins. They trusted one another absolutely and for the two of them trust was rare. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close in an attempt to keep her warm. This made her smile, something else that for them was rare.
mmmmmHer name was Chase she was an army brat, being dragged all over the world because of her father's career. She still hadn't completely accepted the fact that he was dead and continued to carry a passport with her at all times, in case her cell phone rang alerting her that it was time to say goodbye to the people she came to love in this country as well as in the others she left.
mmmmmThe only thing in her life that had been constant was her love for writing. She was a brilliant writer. She always carried a pen and a notebook with witch she gave birth to stories of romance, deceit, horror, and adventure. To her, they were her children, her gifts to the world. And she loved each and everyone of them as a mother would love her child.
mmmmmShe never carried much money. She never desired much in the way of material possessions and therefore never felt the need to carry much money only five dollars at the most.
mmmmmJust as she felt she didn't need much money she felt she didn't need much make-up either. Unlike most girls who carried all sorts of eyeliner, mascara, lip gloss, and cover-up, she only carried blush. And only because her boyfriend liked it when her cheeks looked rosy.
mmmmmShe was not the cleanest girl either. She never had a clean purse in fact once she had found a gum wrapper folded in the shape of an origami swan she still has it.
mmmmmThe boy, Damian . Unlike Chase he was much less interesting in what he carried and his items were less important to him than hers were.
mmmmmHis looks were important to him. Well, at least his hair was. He had that side sweeping jet black angsty emo hair. He carried a comb so that it would never fall out of place.
mmmmmHe was always forgeting his keys and finally thought to attach them to his pants with a long chain. She hated how they jinglled as he walked.
mmmmmHe also carried a cell phone, an ipod, a pocket knife, and an ID. Common acsesories to any teenage boy.
mmmmmFinally the bus arrived. Off to another boring day full of social climbing cheerleaders, rude jocks, quarky nerds, outcasts, and the worst, teachers. The looked at each other with a smile, happy that they no longer had to stand in the cold but both dreading another school day.
mmmmmMargrett was the English teacher at their High school she was a very friendly woman. Only twenty-seven years old. She dressed like most of her students, in jeans and tees. She tried her hardest to relate to them and usually did rather well, However, there would always be a few students who resented her because of what she was, just another obsitcal keeping them from graduation.
mmmmmShe was much like Chase in the setemental value of the things she carried. True she carried things like a visa, a mastercard, coins, a library card, and an ID, however she also carried a payer that was on the back of a card from her eight-year-old nephew's funeral. He had died of cancer of the lungs. She had raised him. His father wasn't exactly the type of person you would trust to raise a child and his mother had gotten pregnant when she was only sixteen. She was a very small girl and this made it unlikly that she would live if she gave birth, however she wanted to give the boy life anyway. And she did even if it was a short one and had been at the cost of her own.
mmmmmAlso like Chase, she was a bit messy, this was not however, why she had a grocery list from two months ago. She kept that to remind her of what it was that her nephew and her ex-boyfriend had liked to eat. They had lived with her at that time and when she found it while going through her desk drawers a week ago she decided to hold on to it as a reminder of the little boy, like his mother, now lost to her, and the man she still loved.
mmmmmLast, there was Gabe. He was thrity years old and Margrett's ex. He also taught at the same school as her, History was his class.
mmmmmHe carried old high school portraits of people he hadn't seen in eight years and had no intention on seeing again. He never really knew why he carried them. They had no names written on them and couldn't really remember any of them either. It was just a habbit I suppose. He had to have something to fill up the empty space.
mmmmmIn his class, when teaching about other cultures he liked to show his students currency from other countries. He couldn't really trust his students not to steal it however, so always carried it in his wallet. He had money of all sorts. Pounds, Euroes, Pesoes, and Yen were just a few.
mmmmmHe carried other things like a driver's license, a debit card, and even a military ID. He had been in the Army for six years before he recived honerable discharge after being wounded and recieveing a purple heart.
mmmmmThe more personal things he carried included that millitary ID as well as a dollar bill folded on the shape of a heart and a picture of Margrett. Both the dollar and the picture were given to him by her. True that he broke-up with her but the truth was that he still cared for her. He felt too much preasure from his father and felt as if he had no other choice than to break-up with her.
mmmmmBecause of this he just couldn't seem to get rid of the things she had given him. Especialy not the picture. He had taken it himself, at a carnival they attened together. She sat at the table on which they had lunch that day. She held a stuffed bear to her chest, It was black with pale blue button eyes. He had won it for her on that day. She was whereing a loose-fitting back and white checkered tanktop with torn and fadded blue jeans. As usual she looked stunning with her mass of curlly hair pulled back into a ponytail that would bounce as she walked, her bangs hung on her forehead frameing her lovley face, the rosey apples of her cheeks and the dark black eyeliner framing her beautiful blue eyes.