The air was thick when she exited the library. It was late, how late she didn't exactly know since she had broken her phone earlier that day. She had flung it to the ground in a fit of anger. A kind of anger that she had never felt before but was now living inside her, growing.
She wasn't sure where she was going after the library. Going home was not a priority or even an option. Something was different about tonight. Sitting down in her car she begin composing her thoughts and took a big sip of her ginger ale. The excitement of the last couple of days had left her stomach uneasy.
Suddenly she knew where she needed to be. She started her car and preceded without hesitation. She was going to the place where she had lost it all. Th one spot that she couldn't bear to to venture toward or even pass.
It was only fitting that to recover her lost identity she go to the place where it was last seen. Hoping that maybe it was still lying on the floor or crumbled up in the dirt. She continued..
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