On choir trip with high school choir. Walking down a hallway which looks like a Harry Potter train corridor...windows look out onto sky...floor very high up, but I don't seem to mind. Choir director talking to old history teacher...choir director wears a scarf, I compliment it. I walk to my room, alone. There is no one else in the hallway. I sit on my suitcase. Brian walks in. My first time seeing him back from Germany, even though it was a choir trip. We talk. I am on my guard. He kisses me. I kiss back. "Wow...you've changed," he says and smiles. My spirits are soaring. The kiss was perfect. Suddenly driving a car home. Thunderstorm. In a daze from Brian. I realize I forgot my suitcase, tell my passenger this, then tell them I don't care. They don't understand why I don't care. That's all I remember.
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