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Matt was walking down the linoleum path of the senior hallway getting to his locker for the final time. Dragging a trashcan from across the hall, he began to excavate the site soon to be recognized as his locker once more. Matt let out a small chuckle when he found his blue book, barely any blank pages left within the confines of the front and back covers. It was his journal from all throughout his four frustrating years at Hillridge High School.
Setting the heavily worn in book off to the side, he finished cleaning out the tragedy in front of him. He finished his job and then grabbed the book, sticking it in his khaki messenger bag after flinging it over his shoulder as he made his way to the parking lot. After Matt dropped off his friend Andy, who was a junior, he began the memorized route back to his home in Hillridge. He was anxious to get home to see his sister and to do his daily routine.
The now 18 year old young man jumped out of his navy blue and khaki Jeep Wrangler. He got out his house keys and unlocked the front door. Throwing his bag on the bed and heading towards his computer, he failed to notice his journal fall out of his bag and onto the comforter of his bed.
Lizzie had come home earlier that day with Gordo and Miranda, having gotten out of college at the end of the week before. So it was no surprise to Matt when she knocked on his open bedroom door before coming in and plopping herself down on his double bed.
"Hey Lizzie," he said, standing from his computer chair so fast that he left it spinning. Lizzie stood up from his bed, giving her younger brother a hug.
In the two years that Lizzie had been at UCLA, Matt had changed drastically. This brought him closer to his sister. The boy once thought of as a troublemaker now stood as a 6'2" good looking man. Matt had been on honor roll for the past three years and was captain of the varsity basketball team his last year in school. This constant roll in the sports program built onto his already charming good looks.
"Hey Matt! How's my not-so little brother? I haven't seen you since winter break! Had any girlfriends since then" she asked with a chuckle.
"Hahaha. Very funny sis. You know as well as I do that I didn't like any of the girls at my school," he replied shortly.
"Okay then, had any boyfriends?"
"Lizzie! You know that I'm straight."
"Oh, come on, it was the perfect opportunity to ruffle your feathers." After saying this, she added a little extra by tousling his hair a little, the top of Matt's head being a hard-to-reach target. Lizzie went back to her comfortable spot on her brother's bed, this time she spotted the blue book.
"So, are Miranda and Gordo home too?"
"Yeah, Gordo drove us home in his Jeep and his Mom and Dad drove the 'U-HAUL'. Gordo took me home first because I'm on the way to Miranda's and then he was going to go unpack and come over with the rest of my stuff from the truck. Although," she paused and smiled, "he might as well keep it for the apartment next year."
Matt froze when he heard 'apartment'. He put his pen down from the letter he was writing, as he did every day before, and looked up at the blonde on his bed. "Apartment?"
"Yeah. The three of us, meaning, Gordo, Miranda and I are getting an apartment with four bedrooms for school next year. We'll each get our own room and we'll have an extra for when you visit us."
"Cool! I get my own room at your apartment? Why not just get another roommate to share the rent with," the newly graduated boy asked.
"The three amigos don't want to live with someone they don't know or can't stand." At this declaration, Matt gave his sister a pointed look that clearly stated the question 'since when can you three stand to live with me', but Lizzie wasn't looking. "Matthew, don't you even give me that look. You know you've changed a lot since I started going to Cal U in L.A.," Matt scoffed. "Hey, it's true. Miranda was just saying the other day that she can't believe that you are the same person as the Matt we knew in 8th grade. Do you remember when you had a crush on her when you were in the 6th grade and we were in 8th," at the mention of this ancient memory, Matt got a distant look on his face and his eyes became glued to the wall space right beyond Lizzie's head. "Matt? Are you there?" Lizzie waved her hand in front of her brother's face with no response, resorting to snapping her fingers and getting a jump-start from the man in the swivel chair across the room.
"Hu..huh? Yeah, I remember."
"Yeah, maybe a little too well,"
Matt was walking down the linoleum path of the senior hallway getting to his locker for the final time. Dragging a trashcan from across the hall, he began to excavate the site soon to be recognized as his locker once more. Matt let out a small chuckle when he found his blue book, barely any blank pages left within the confines of the front and back covers. It was his journal from all throughout his four frustrating years at Hillridge High School.
Setting the heavily worn in book off to the side, he finished cleaning out the tragedy in front of him. He finished his job and then grabbed the book, sticking it in his khaki messenger bag after flinging it over his shoulder as he made his way to the parking lot. After Matt dropped off his friend Andy, who was a junior, he began the memorized route back to his home in Hillridge. He was anxious to get home to see his sister and to do his daily routine.
The now 18 year old young man jumped out of his navy blue and khaki Jeep Wrangler. He got out his house keys and unlocked the front door. Throwing his bag on the bed and heading towards his computer, he failed to notice his journal fall out of his bag and onto the comforter of his bed.
Lizzie had come home earlier that day with Gordo and Miranda, having gotten out of college at the end of the week before. So it was no surprise to Matt when she knocked on his open bedroom door before coming in and plopping herself down on his double bed.
"Hey Lizzie," he said, standing from his computer chair so fast that he left it spinning. Lizzie stood up from his bed, giving her younger brother a hug.
In the two years that Lizzie had been at UCLA, Matt had changed drastically. This brought him closer to his sister. The boy once thought of as a troublemaker now stood as a 6'2" good looking man. Matt had been on honor roll for the past three years and was captain of the varsity basketball team his last year in school. This constant roll in the sports program built onto his already charming good looks.
"Hey Matt! How's my not-so little brother? I haven't seen you since winter break! Had any girlfriends since then" she asked with a chuckle.
"Hahaha. Very funny sis. You know as well as I do that I didn't like any of the girls at my school," he replied shortly.
"Okay then, had any boyfriends?"
"Lizzie! You know that I'm straight."
"Oh, come on, it was the perfect opportunity to ruffle your feathers." After saying this, she added a little extra by tousling his hair a little, the top of Matt's head being a hard-to-reach target. Lizzie went back to her comfortable spot on her brother's bed, this time she spotted the blue book.
"So, are Miranda and Gordo home too?"
"Yeah, Gordo drove us home in his Jeep and his Mom and Dad drove the 'U-HAUL'. Gordo took me home first because I'm on the way to Miranda's and then he was going to go unpack and come over with the rest of my stuff from the truck. Although," she paused and smiled, "he might as well keep it for the apartment next year."
Matt froze when he heard 'apartment'. He put his pen down from the letter he was writing, as he did every day before, and looked up at the blonde on his bed. "Apartment?"
"Yeah. The three of us, meaning, Gordo, Miranda and I are getting an apartment with four bedrooms for school next year. We'll each get our own room and we'll have an extra for when you visit us."
"Cool! I get my own room at your apartment? Why not just get another roommate to share the rent with," the newly graduated boy asked.
"The three amigos don't want to live with someone they don't know or can't stand." At this declaration, Matt gave his sister a pointed look that clearly stated the question 'since when can you three stand to live with me', but Lizzie wasn't looking. "Matthew, don't you even give me that look. You know you've changed a lot since I started going to Cal U in L.A.," Matt scoffed. "Hey, it's true. Miranda was just saying the other day that she can't believe that you are the same person as the Matt we knew in 8th grade. Do you remember when you had a crush on her when you were in the 6th grade and we were in 8th," at the mention of this ancient memory, Matt got a distant look on his face and his eyes became glued to the wall space right beyond Lizzie's head. "Matt? Are you there?" Lizzie waved her hand in front of her brother's face with no response, resorting to snapping her fingers and getting a jump-start from the man in the swivel chair across the room.
"Hu..huh? Yeah, I remember."
"Yeah, maybe a little too well,"