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While searcing for a book to write a school report on, you stumble upon an old autobiography, stuffed up high on a musty bookcase, along with eight other identical ones. You wipe away a layer of dust to reveal a thick, dark red novel with golden letters across the front.

The Lovegood Legacy: Generation One
By Rose Lovegood

Wait a second… Lovegood? That’s your surname. Could it possibly be written by one of your ancestors? Only one way to find out. You open the book to the first page, taking notice of the publishing date: 2010. Over two hundred years ago! And the novel certainly does show it’s age; one look at the faded, yellow pages and you can easily tell it’s ancient.

What are you waiting for? There’s nine books to be read, nine stories to unlock, nine generations of life waiting to be discovered, so get a move on!

Keep an eye out…

I’m not saying anything other than there might be something Lovegood related coming soon… (:

Sometimes I just want to pick this up again.

But I don’t have any copies of Annabel or Gateon… brb crying 

Somehow, the Sims 3 has managed to screw my entire computer up and I’ve uninstalled it but it’s refusing to reinstall… so I hate to say it, but this legacy is over.

Hi.

So I’m not quitting. I’ve been sick lately, like too sick to use the computer very often, but I’ve been getting better and I’m starting to work on the next chapter. It shouldn’t be too long now. It’s just… a slow process. xP

Sabrina

Should I Just…?

I’m thinking that I should just give up on this since it seems like no one reads it anymore. xP

So should I scrap it? D:

On another note, look who I met on the eighth.~

The Best One of the Best Ones

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I sat quietly in the living room, reading a book I didn’t particularly care for, but was reading anyways to merely pass the time.

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“Sister dearest,” a voice called, muffled by loud footsteps that stomped into the room. “I ask a favor of you!”

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“Excuse me?” I asked, lowering the book and raising my eyebrows at my youngest brother.

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“I need four dozen goldfish,” he nodded in my direction, a seemingly nonchalant gesture paired with a strange request.

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“Four dozen gold… what?” I repeated stupidly.

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“Forty eight goldfish,” Max answered impatiently. “I need you to drop by the store and pick me up some.”

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“Why don’t you do it?” I groaned. I would’ve asked why he needed it, but I had learned that it was best to leave such questions unanswered, when it came to Max.

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“You know I don’t drive,” Max droned quickly, as he did every time I told him to drive himself somewhere.

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“Yeah, yeah, something about how you’re too evolved to drive, I know,” I rolled my eyes, nodding.

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“Glad you remembered.” Max smiled. “Anyways, chop chop. Best be on your way.”

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“Why should I?” I questioned, leaning in slightly. I closed my book, setting it down on the coffee table in front of me.

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“Because I asked nicely,” Max replied matter-of-factly.

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“You never asked,” I pointed out. “Just ordered, really.”

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“Compensation will be given,” Max mentioned, smirking.

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I was quiet. “…fine.”

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With that, I was off to the store to pick up goldfish for my brother’s crazy experiment, whatever that was.

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Shortly after leaving, I reached the store.

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A bell rang as I pushed open the door. I made my way over to the other side of the store, where I found goldfish, among other fish. I glanced around quickly, in search of an employee of some sort. I found one nearby.

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He was tediously mopping a puddle that resided on the tile flooring between two aisles. His expression suggested utter boredom and impatience. I approached him cautiously.

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“Uhh, hello?” I tapped on his shoulder with my index finger. He turned his head slightly, his eyes catching me, before turning around a full 180 degrees to face me.

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“Yes?” he said politely, leaning the mop against one of the nearby shelves.

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“Uh, hi, I was…” I started, but as I scanned his face I noticed something.

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“…Miss?” he looked slightly concerned.

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“It’s… you!” I stuttered, my mouth going dry.

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“I beg your pardon?” he looked confused. That idiot…

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“It’s you. The kid that made high school a living hell for me…” I muttered at him, scowling. “Aiden.”

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“What?” he took a step back, cautiously.

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“Don’t act like you don’t understand!” I allowed my voice to grow louder.

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“But.. I don’t…” he shook his head. “OH. You have it all wrong, miss. Aiden is my brother.”

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“Then why did I never see you at school?” I raised a suspicious eyebrow.

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“Homeschooled.” he simply answered, with a nod. “I couldn’t stand dealing with my brother at home and school…”

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“Oh… I see…” my voice grew smaller.

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“It happens a lot. I guess my brother really was an asshole, huh?” he tried to turn this into a joke, saving me much grief. “I apologize, since he never will.”

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“No, no, I apologize. I shouldn’t have assumed…” I admitted shyly.

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“It’s fine. Just glad we could sort this out.” he smiled. “I’m Alexander. Not Aiden.”

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“I know that now,” I smiled, too. “Annabel. Lee. The poem… yeah.”

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He nodded. “Yes, great poem. What was it you needed my help with, anyways?”

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“Oh, uhm. I need four dozen goldfish.” I explained.

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“Should I even ask?” he smirked.

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“Brother is a science nerd. I don’t even know.” I answered with a laugh.

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“I see… well, let’s get you those four dozen goldfish, mhm?” he suggested, walking over to the tanks.

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“Great,” I agreed, following him.

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It took awhile, but we managed to get a large bag filled with exactly forty eight goldfish. I knew if it was any more or any less, Max would have a fit.

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Alexander rang me up. The goldfish altogether cost me a rather tight sum. I cursed Max underneath my breath.

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“Uhh, so thank you,” I smiled awkwardly.

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“Of course.” he nodded curtly. “I added something on the receipt for you.”

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I looked into the bag, where the receipt sat neatly on the top of yet another bag, filled with fish. On the bottom of the receipt was a phone number, presumably his. I left him with a smile.
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“Max, I got you your stupidly large amount of fish~!” I said loudly, walking into the living room to find him sleeping.

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He stirred, but didn’t wake. Setting the bag down, I pushed him back and forth until his eyes flickered open.

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“Mhphm what?” he groggily managed. He rubbed his eyes, looking at me.

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“Goldfish.” I said quickly, pointing to the bag.

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He took the bag, nodded, and stood up.

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Without another word, he left.

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“Where’s my money?” I called after him.
“I said you’d be compensated, but I never said with what. You’ll be paid in my eternal gratitude and adoration.”

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I smiled to myself, shaking my head. He was too much, that boy…
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A few days later, I found myself at the park with my other brother.

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“Haha, so did he say next?” I eagerly asked.

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“I didn’t even hear him, we were all laughing too hard,” Edgar admitted, smiling.

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“That’s amazing,” I grinned. He had just finished telling me a story about what had happened at the store a few days ago.

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“Haha, yeah, it was…” Edgar nodded in agreement. “Anyways, that’s not why I asked you to come here.”

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“What for, then?” I asked curiously.

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“Wellll… I kind of need your advice on something.” Edgar admitted, looking nervous.

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“Alright, shoot, then,” I said with an eager nod.

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“Lately I’ve been thinking about proposing to Peregrine…” he quietly said, blushing.

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“That’s freaking adorable,” I smiled. It was.

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“Haha, thank you…?” Edgar smiled at this, too. “But I was just wondering if you thought it was too early or not…”

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“Well… maybe. It’s only been a few weeks since you and her officially started ‘dating’. But then again, you’ve been in love with her for years… and apparently, so has she.”

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Edgar nodded, willing me to go on.

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“Anyways… I’m not sure what you should do. I’d think it over a little bit more, y’know? Don’t rush into anything.”

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“But I love her, and I want to do this.” Edgar firmly stated, as if I didn’t believe him.

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“I know you do, I don’t doubt that,” I assured him quickly. “It’s just that… well, we’re eighteen, and we’ve only just graduated. You’re thinking about getting married already and I still live with Mom. You’ve got me beat already!”

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He nodded again. “I see…”

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“I doubt she would say no if you asked her,” I said quickly, just to throw it out there. “I’ve seen the way she looks at you… like you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to her.”

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Edgar smiled faintly. “Does she really..?”

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“Mhm.” I nodded. Almost like the way I probably used to look at Gateon, before he left.

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“Yeah…” Edgar nodded. Silence followed.

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“Anyways, I’d better get going…” I decided as I stood up.

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“Thank you for your input, Annabel,” he smiled at me.

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I hugged him goodbye. “Of course, Edgar. Love you.”
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I made my way home, and on the front porch I found a visitor.

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It was a small cat, colored in shades of white and orange. It couldn’t have been more than a few weeks old, I decided. The cat looked at me with large eyes before meowing anxiously.

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“Hi there,” I quietly cooed to it as I leaned forward to inspect it more thoroughly.

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I picked the cat up, nestling it in my arms. “You’re shivering.. let’s go inside, mhm?”

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And so I brought the cat inside, and up to my room.

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I checked for a collar, finding none.

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I figured that keeping it here for awhile wouldn’t do any harm… and besides, it was adorable!

Who Would’ve Thought

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Time moved on, and I was okay.

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We ended up moving to this lovely house that wasn’t very far from where we had been previously living. This house was actually smaller than the other one, but it made sense considering the fact that we didn’t really need all the room anymore.

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Max, after threatening to run away, ended up calming down and settling in without too much protest.

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Of course, it probably had something to do with the fact that Madelyn joined us. She had practically become a Lovegood by now.

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And of course, you had my mother, who didn’t look a day past thirty five.

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Edgar, true to his word, ended up moving out. He was still close to us, but it was so strange… I had spent my entire life with him, and now he was gone. Close, yes, but it wasn’t the same.

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I made a point to visit him as often as possible, which was exactly what I was doing.

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“I still can’t get used to you living here…” I mentioned, shaking my head.

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“Me neither,” Edgar smiled. “Not the same…”

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“What’s it like to have… I don’t know, freedom?” I smirked at him.

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Edgar shrugged. “Nice, I guess. I mean, it’s not all that different, really. I’m doing the same thing in a different place.”

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“Yeah, you’re right,” I nodded. “I might have to move out soon, too.”

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“Why would you do that? I have to do my own laundry now. Cook for myself. It’s not fun.” Edgar grinned.

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I laughed. “True. But I don’t know, I just want to be on my own. Seems like fun for a change, y’know?”

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“It does have its perks, doesn’t it?” Edgar nodded. “Anyways, I’m having a party of sorts tomorrow night… you should come.”

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“Since when did you turn into such a social butterfly?” I raised my eyebrow.

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“I know, I know, I’m so popular and outgoing.” Edgar smirked as laughter overcame him.

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“I’ll try to come,” I smiled.

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“You never know, my roommate might be here for once.” Edgar said matter-of-factly.

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“I’ll be there.” I nodded with a laugh.

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“I’ll be looking forward to it!” Edgar smiled.

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“I’d better get going, Edgar… see you tomorrow night!” I nodded. We hugged, and I went home.
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The next night I found myself standing in front of my mirror, getting ready for my brother’s get together. I would say party, but knowing Edgar… well, you know what I mean.

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As I prepared, I felt a headache coming on… it was nothing, I was sure, but it was nagging me from the back of my head, spreading. Nonetheless, I had told Edgar I was coming, and I intended to keep my word.

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And so I found myself back at my brother’s place.

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Edgar greeted me with a hug.

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“Everyone is on the roof, Annabel,” Edgar explained with a smile.

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“Oh, cool,” I nodded, trying to smile. “I’ve got this terrible headache, to be honest… could I just, uh, lie down for awhile? It’ll pass, I’m sure.”

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“Oh, uhm. Sure, follow me.” I saw worry fill Edgar’s eyes, but he tried to hide it. He was so overprotective… cute.

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“Thank you so much, Edgar,” I smiled.

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He led me downstairs and into a hallway with two doors- one on either side. He proceded into the right one, which opened into a small room.

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I found it to be a bedroom. It was a bit cluttered. A double bed pushed to one side, a desk with a chair and a computer. A piano and couch ran along either side of the room. A lamp stood quietly next to the bookshelf against the wall.

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“This is my roommate’s room… I’d let you stay in mine but it’s a bit of a mess, to be honest. You’d like it here better.” Edgar quickly explained.

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“Where are they..? They’re never around, are they…” I asked curiously. He mentioned his roommate frequently, but I never actually got to see them. Ever.

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“If I’m not mistaken, he’s at a show or something. I don’t know. He shouldn’t be back for awhile.” Edgar replied uncertainly. “Just… yeah. Come get me if you need anything, Annabel.”

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I nodded, and Edgar left to alone in the room. I took a seat on the couch, stroking the fabric with my thumb and index finger. I glanced around the room, trying to get a feel for Edgar’s nameless roommate. He had referred to him as ‘he’, I knew that much. The room revealed little information at first glance.

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On the desk rested a worn notebook and a pen. The word ‘songs’ was written on the front with a black Sharpie marker. I opened to the first page, skimming.

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True to the front cover, the notebook appeared to be a song journal. Foreign music notes of which I couldn’t comprehend filled the pages, and paragraphs of poetic words went with them. I didn’t go as far as to read any of the songs, for that would intruding, but from what I could tell, this guy was talented.

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I closed the book and settled it just as it had been previously.

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The bookshelf caught my eye at that moment. One shelf- the highest one- contained several other notebooks, all dirty and falling apart. I reached for one, flipping through its pages. One piece of paper fell out of the binding and onto the floor, gracing my feet. I picked it up, my eyes tracing it and taking in the lyrics.

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Let my be the wind that keeps your heart up in the clouds
Let me be the son that should’ve made his mother proud
Let me be the one thing on your mind before you sleep
Let me be the promise that you swore you’d always keep 

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There was more to it, but it had been furiously crossed out to the point of illegibility. It appeared as if he had written it for a girl. It appeared as if she had broken his heart.

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I stuck the paper back into the notebook and placed it back on the shelf.

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Running my fingertips along the edge of the shelf, I focused on the shelf beneath that. On this shelf sat several CD’s, most of which I couldn’t recognize. The one on the far right was simpler than the rest, a write strip on the side and no paper on the front cover. The CD itself was plain, except for the word ‘Covers’ on the front, again in black Sharpie. I opened the case, removing the disc and letting it spin on my finger.

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My eyes found the radio in the corner and I quietly popped the CD into the drive, pressing play. The CD began to spin and quiet strums of a guitar filled my eyes. Seconds passed and a voice introduced itself to the music-

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I know that it is freezing, but I think we have to walk.
Keep waving at the taxis they keep turning their lights off. 

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The song continued.

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I know you have a heavy heart, I can feel it when we kiss.

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It went on.

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We might die from medication but we sure killed all the pain.
What was normal in the evening by the morning seems insane. 

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Careful strumming and a beautiful voice carried out the rest of the song. It was one I had never heard before, and although I assume it was just a cover, it sounded like it came from the heart.

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The next song started and the same voice filled the air, possessed by different words and a different tune, but just as lovely as the previous track had been. Another song I didn’t recognize, but beautiful, nonetheless.

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I began to tap my fingers along the it when another noise interrupted the music- the opening of a door, paired with footsteps.

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“Woah, stranger in my bedroom,” a male voice started with a smile. In his hands he carried a guitar case and a messenger bag. He set them down against the wall.

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“Uhh, I can explain?” I offered him a smile as well.

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“Please do,” he nodded.

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“I’m Edgar’s sister,” I said quickly. “He said I could lay down here for awhile since I’m not feeling too well.”

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“Ah,” he pursed his lips intently. “I should’ve known, you do look strikingly like him… Annabeth, is it?”

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“Annabel, actually,” I corrected him.

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“Right, right, like the poem.” he nodded. “Silly me.”

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“And you are? It’d be nice to know whose room I’ve invaded. And whose amazing voice that is.” I pointed to the radio, which was still playing.

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“That would be me,” he raised his hand. “And me would be Eli- short for Elijah.”

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“Pleased to meet you, I guess.” I stuck my hand out. Eli met it with his own. His hand was firm and highly callused.

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“So you think my voice is really that great?” Eli smiled, joining me on the couch.

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I nodded. “It’s lovely.”

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He was quiet. The current song ended and another picked up. Eli grinned.

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“This is one of my favorites…” he closed his eyes and began to hum along to it. The chorus picked up and so did Eli.

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Underdog, just look at the mess you made. Such a shame, a shame, you had to find out this way. Revenge loves company, three makes it a crowd. So wash your mouth, sit this one out.”

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He didn’t finish the rest of the song, but we remained quiet for the rest of the track so we could listen. When it ended, I spoke up.
“So is that where you were earlier?” I asked.

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“Come again?” Eli asked, raising his eyebrow in confusion.

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“Edgar said you were at a show,” I explained.

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“Oh, yeah,” Eli nodded. “I was playing. I’m in a band, you see, just me and one other person really, but we get some gigs. You should, uh, come to our next one. Saturday.”

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“Sounds like fun. I’ll try to go.” I smiled.

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“Great,” Eli looked pleased.

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The CD skipped at that moment and Eli’s voice stuttered over the same note several times.

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Eli grumbled and walked over to it, banging his hand on the radio until it returned to its normal state.
“Ruddy thing… I really need a new one, this is so old.”

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“News flash, no one really uses radios nowadays.” I pointed out. “iPods and all of that have kind of replaced them…”

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“So I’ve noticed,” Eli nodded. “Eh, I’ll get one when this thing stops working altogether.”

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“Good plan,” I nodded. “Then again, I don’t suppose you really need to listen to music when you can make it yourself.”

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“I guess. After awhile my own voice annoys me though. I hear it so much… and it’s not very fun when my fingers bleed from playing too much.”

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“Ow…” I cringed, glancing at my fingertips. “I find that hard to believe… your voice getting annoying, I mean. I could listen to it forever, I think.”

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“Well, thanks. Glad you appreciate it.” Eli smiled. Silence followed.

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“What time is it?” I asked curiously. I could’ve checked my phone but I chose not to.

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“Uhh, like 11:00 or something? Why?” Eli answered checking his own phone.

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“I should probably get going,” I nodded, standing up.

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“Oh.” I thought I saw Eli’s face fall. “Feel better.”

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“What?” I asked stupidly.

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“You said you weren’t feeling very good, right?” Eli explained, raising his eyebrow.

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“Oh, yeah,” I nodded. “I’ll try.”

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I stuck my hand out toward him but he shook his head.

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“Nah, too formal,” he said. Instead, he pulled me in for a hug. “Night.”

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“Night,” I nodded, and with that I left.

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I passed Edgar through the hallway and hugged him too. He gave me a knowing smile.

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Later that night, I came to the conclusion that Eli seemed nice enough.

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Ha; who was I kidding? He was amazing… almost made me forget all about Gateon.
As if I ever could…


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