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Finding a Wallet in the Trash
In my old room from childhood, but lots of the details are different. Grey day outside, a bit dark. It's really messy, something that caused a lot of anxiety in me as a teenager. I see a cardboard box with a little trash in it, it has a picture of a goth girl smoking in it. As I turn away, I suddenly want to take another look at the picture. The box now has a black trash bag in it.

I open it and it has a sleeping bag in it. It has drugs in it. A guy's friend had thrown it out to keep his friend sober. The sleeping bag also has a wallet in it and it is full of cash. I feel excited about it but I know I should return the wallet, cash and all.

Outside it is a sunny day in the center of a city, there is a used book store. Outside a car parks, the guy comes out with the friend who threw out his drugs and wallet and the friend's girlfriend. The guy is angry at his friend for throwing out the wallet, although I get the impression that the guy knows his friend's intentions were good. I know why he is so angry since I saw all the cash in the wallet. I struggle, should I give it back?

Back in my room, I see a teacher of mine. He is looking for his wallet. I give it back to him, cash and all, and he is really relived. I feel good that I did the right thing.

Motorcycle Ride
Outside a store near where I live, my teacher is giving people rides on his motorcycle through the grey day on the winding road, trees on either side. I feel myself lean as we make the bends, he stands on the stirrups of the bike to get balance, he isn't worried about crashing. Back outside the store there is a hotdog stand where people are going to get a greasy snack to eat.

I'm in a bedroom that reminds me of the one at almond drive. The layout is pretty much the same except for a few details, the main one being that it's a great deal bigger. It's sometime in the evening and I'm sitting down on the floor in a corner. It's where the dresser holding the television should be but it's not there. Instead it's a huge empty space. All of my pillows and blankets are in the corner with me and all of my makeup as well. Even though it's evening and fairly dark, I lift up a hand mirror and I begin to put on a bit of makeup. I hear shuffling near me so I turn towards where the noise came from. A girl is sitting on the bed on the other side of the room. She's staring at me, watching me put on my makeup. I stare back at her for a few moments and then turn back to the mirror feeling annoyed by her watching me. I ask her what she's staring at as I finish up. She says nothing and the quiet begins to bother me. I slam the mirror down and angrily look back at her, screaming "what?!" She only smirks at me, slowly climbs off of the bed and walks towards me. The closer she gets the more annoyed and angry I become. She reaches me and kneels down, reaching for and grabbing one of my arms. She squeezes my arm painfully and yanks me up off the floor hard. I resist a little but it doesn't do much good. She pulls me in front of her and grabs onto my other arm to hold me in place. For the first time I realize that I'm only wearing a bra and underwear. She's wearing a big, long sweatshirt. She continues to hold me there, smirking the whole damn time. After what feels like hours, I can no longer stand looking at her so I look down at the floor. She starts laughing then. "See? That wasn't so hard, was it?", she says. I start shaking with anger and I immediately look back up at her and tell her to go to hell. She only laughs again and shoves me back onto the floor. I hit the floor hard and it hurts. I move back into the corner and try to keep a distance between us which only makes her smile widen. When I cannot move further, she crowds into my face and forces my legs open, settling in between them. One of her hands grabs my neck and the other grabs my chin, forcing me to look at her face. "You're so adorable. You're also mine", she leans in and whispers. "So be a good girl." She roughly pulls my face towards hers and kisses me. I'm pissed off beyond belief but I don't fight it. I relax a little bit in her arms and I kiss her back. I can feel her smile. She pulls away after a minute and kisses my forehead, telling me that I'm a good girl. She gets up off the floor and leaves the room.