My memories flicked back to the time I shared my love for the arts with Charlie. I exposed to him to works of my own, which I seldom do with anyone, as well as the many I've hoarded under a loose floorboard in my bedroom. He stood in awe.
I spoke of my dreams to become a curator and dabble in my personal artwork on the side; although, my family has higher hopes for me having kept a Harvard fund and a spot on the wall for a law certificate. Now I sit here and ponder what the future will hold as I paint my name on the cold, dismal concrete walls in a crimson shade.
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September 28, 2012
I should’ve known better. A nice stranger treating me to a cup of coffee was not a common act in a city like Seattle. Granted I lost my money on the train and maybe the guy felt a little sympathy for an idiot like me and maybe I blushed at the thought that teenage humanity still existed, but still I question why I did not think twice about it. Today's June eighth was like any other preceding June eighth. School was out for the summer and work had begun. Laguna Beach Boardwalk Amusement Park was not the worst job but it was still work. This is my fifth summer working and every June eighth has went the same.
I came in 10:45 as always and punched in. My supervisor, Joe, gave us our assigned rides and then released everyone. Before I could head towards the door, Joe flagged me down. "Austin! Hey can you stay for a minute?" It wasn't necessarily a question. "Yeah sure. What's up?" Just then, I caught a glimpse of what made this June eighth different from the rest. She walked up wearing ripped jeans and a powder blue tee, her dirty blonde hair in beachy waves, and a smile that could shatter the entire mirror maze. "This is Hayden Grace. She's a new hire this year." |
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