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Bev sneers disapprovingly. I can't believe my eyes as I redirect my gaze at her. It's her, the figure, the stance and the sassy attitude are the same. What really catches my eye is the familiar expensive Bottega Veneta handbag she normally carries around. On that handbag straps, I spot the keychain filled with two USB flash drives amongst other decorative frilly trinkets.

It does. More than I can say. My heart is still somewhere in my throat when Liam tilts his head and gestures at the next gift bag. “Pink?” he asks, a little hopeful. I wipe at my eyes before he can see anything suspicious happening there and nod, reaching for it. The bag’s lighter. Softer. I pull out what looks like a simple hardcover book with a pale pink spine. When I open it, the first page nearly undoes me all over again. It’s me.

You came out here to do something. She stood the purple backpack up and unzipped it. Inside was a ball of clothing rolled together—a plaid flannel shirt, corduroy pants, a plain white T-shirt, a pair of denim shorts. Underneath that were three squashed Twinkies, a bag of plain potato chips, and a library book. Lauren pulled out the book—a travel guide to California—and glanced inside the front cover. “Joliet Public Library,” Lauren said. “So at least one of them was from Joliet. I think that’s enough, really. Just wrap up the bags and let’s get out of here.” He looked at his watch. “I really do have to leave soon.”

He dragged his chair a few feet away from me then sat down. I stared at him in confusion. “What is that?” “This?” He echoed, holding the bag up. “Very important material…” My frown deepened. What exactly was this all about? He pulled something out of the bag. A book rather. My eyes widened as soon as they landed on the covers. “Volume one,” he said, placing the book on his lap. “Volume two.” I could practically feel angels crowning me with shame. “Volume three.” Alchemy of shame.

She carried her tray and immediately approached the table beside the glass window. This girl looks athletic and nerdy at the same time, I thought. I watched her open her black Jansport bag, and from it pulled out a book. She started reading the book positioning it inches away from her face. I noticed the cover of the book shows a little girl wearing black skirt, long white socks and black school shoes. The little girl is standing with, I think it’s an adult man’s shoes beside her and some clothes. From what I see the title of the book she is reading is called, The Time Traveler’s Wife.

We spent the rest of the afternoon there, digging up quite some distance into the hole I was about to give up when forest started barking even harder, whimpering over and over again as he sniffed at the ground and continued digging. He was acting strange, we were getting close to whatever he wanted us to see, I dug up even faster till my hand touched a sack. It was brown and dirty but there was a sack and there had to be something inside. Forest stepped away and watched as I tried brushing off as much sand as I could from the edges of the sack till I managed to pull it out. I fell back on my ass with the force of pulling it out. The sack held something huge. A book.

Azize nodded and went quiet, but I felt her presence, so she didn't go far. Rose was crying, covering her face with her hands, which allowed me to look around the room for her carefully protected backpack. I found it nearby, open with its contents scattered. I didn't want to look through it without her consent, but something told me it was better not to wait until she woke up from her episode. I slowly began to move towards the backpack. With a heavy heartbeat, I noticed that, in addition to literally a few personal items, there was also a thick leather notebook embossed with the Larch Groove Pack crest and a small pencil drawing that made my whole body tremble.

] "Which do you prefer---flat shoes, boots, or heels, Ma'am?" "BOOTS!" She answered in excitement. The clerk smiled at her and guided her to the boots section. She has chosen a white brown laced and high-heeled boots. A clerk suggested a cute, white, leathered backpack to her. And it seems long-lasting. It's kind of heavy maybe because it was leather. It can fit many notebooks there and has pockets for miscellaneous things. She can even put a laptop there. The clerk said that a laptop is often used there. Especially for researching and making reports.

Curious, maybe. "Yeah," I said. "Is it that obvious?" She smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes. "You're the only one who brought a suitcase like that." I looked down at my bag. Cheap nylon. Bright purple. A gift from my mother two birthdays ago, already fraying at the seams. Around me, other students were unloading sleek black luggage—leather, metal corners, monograms I couldn't read. One boy carried nothing but a small wooden chest engraved with runes.

My wig was already on my head, I don't like unnecessary stress. I took two tablets and dropped the sachet on the sofa as I stoop up, grabbing my bag, a bigger one this time. It's a chanelle made bag, the one that's supposed to be worn on the back, I decided to take this one along because of the amount of works I have today. Which makes it easier for the textbooks and handouts to fit into it, along with my notebooks.