Do not own anything!!!
This, like the first chapter, could be about any boy! You choose.
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Seat
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You walked into the empty classroom slowly as your footsteps rang through out the room. Then you saw it, his seat. The one he sat in almost each day. Slowly you placed your hand on the desktop and traced the dents and chips with your fingertips. It was just like him, imperfect and broken.
A thought came to you as you glanced from the seat to the blackboard. You heisted before boldly you sat at his seat.
"So this is what you were seeing each day…" you whispered as your eyes slightly began to water.
You eyes closed as you blocked everything out, first you began to imagine the many voices of your classmates chattering to each other about trivial things, then the images came to match the voices your mind created. From his seat you could see where you sat in the front row near one of the windows hiding from the teachers view and then you found he had a great view of the school yard, he could see the comings and goings of anyone who entered or left the school.
"I wonder…are you in a better place now?"