Awww how cute! Look at the adorable pumpkin cursor! I'm having too much fun with HTML today. You came home, and Riley was gone. Where does he go to? Is he trying to be mysterious or something? You were so lost in your thoughts, that it took the loud ring of your red telephone to snap you out of it. You picked up the phone, "Hello?" "Hey," Kyle said into the phone. Oh no... "I wanted to apologize for everything that's been happening," Kyle started. Maybe this conversation won't be so bad. "I just I guess like you still, and I dunno what came over me. Are we okay?" "Of course, Kyle. I'm not mad at you," you truthfully responded. "You really should be. I've been acting like an ass," he admiteed. You were tempted to say "YES YOU HAVE!" but refrained to a simple, "Don't worry about it." "Cool, hey do you wanna do something tonight? Not in a date form obviously," He quickly added. "Yea, I need to get outta the house. And now that Emily and her lover, the Starbucks waitor, are deeply in love with each other, I have no one left!" You said, grinning as you recited it. "You got a friend in me," he said, quoting that song in Toy Story. "I know, and a good one at that. Where do you wanna go tonight?" You asked. "Not to Starbucks," Kyle said, laughing. You smiled into the reciever. "Okay then, how about we go to Borders?" You suggeted. "What a brilliant idea, I haven't been there in a long time," he said. For all the people who don't know, Borders is a book store. And you like to read, alot. "Cool," you conluded. "I'll meet you at your house at seven?" He suggested. "Sure," you concluded. And then you said your goodbyes and hung up. "Honeeeey!" Your mom called up the stairs. "What?" You asked. "Today you are going to clean out the attic," your mom said. "But...but..." Dammit, no excuse to get outta it. "It'll be fun! You just gotta begin to clear out some of the stuff that's up there so we can move our stuff in!" "What do you mean?" "The old owners of the house left some stuff up there before they left. Must've forgotten it or something." "Oh," you said. "There are only a couple boxes of pictures and momentos. I guess you can keep what you want, but make sure you throw out everything else." Your mom said, finishing her orders. You sighed, and headed towards the attic. When you got up there, you were creeped out. It was dark, with only one small window letting in a whisp of sunlight, and dust everywhere and cobwebs. It was gross. But your mom was right, there were only a couple boxes. The rest was just furniture covered up with sheets that your mom had put up there earlier. So you made your way to the boxes. You opened one, and discovered nothing exciting in it. Just some old pots and pans. You shoved that box off to the side and went back to the others. As you read the side of one box, your jaw dropped ever so slightly. In big black permanet marker, someone had written:
across the front of one of the boxes.
You hastily opened the box, anxious and excited to see what was inside.
Pictures of Riley spilled out, newspaper clippings, old video tapes, and an old scrapbook. You gasped, perhaps in shock that all of Riley's past lay here before you.
You looked at the pictures, laughing at some of them because he was making funny faces or in the bath tub naked.
But the ones of him that were older were the ones that made you cry.
Riley standing there, smiling and leaning against his red car. He was a real person at one time. It was hard to believe. He was a happy guy. He had a good life. Pictures of him with friends at a party, and pictures of him and his band, and pictures of him just smiling made your eyes water up.
"Riley," you whispered to the pictures, as if they would come to life and tell you a story.
He was so happy once.
You flipped open the scrapbook and looked through all his old photos, starting from his baby pictures to him getting a car with his own money.
You looked at the labels on the video tapes. One said RILEY LEARNING HOW TO RIDE A BIKE and another said RILEY'S FIRST STEPS, and another said RILEY GOES TO KIDNERGARTEN.
You started sobbing then, you weren't sure why. Perhaps because you felt like you knew this guy before he died, but you knew you hadn't. It upset you so much to see this happy guy end up being killed.
The newspaper clippings had details of the accident, but you didn't want to read it. Not now. You put everything back in the box, brushed off the dust from it and carried it downstairs to your room. There is no way you are going to let Riley's things get thrown away. Riley still hadn't appeared all afternoon. You were starting to wonder if he knew that you found all his stuff in the attic and was afraid you'd ask about it. You had stashed his box in your closet, hoping he wouldn't be brave enough to try and search through the hurricane of clothes that is in your closet to find that box. You started to get ready for Kyle and you hanging out that night. You took a shower, put on some jeans and a teeshirt that had a picture of Andy Warhol's Marilyn Monroe. You only put on a little bit of make up, you didnt want to make it obvious that you wore any. You were still in a depressed mood. After seeing those pictures, all you could think about was Riley and the life that he lost at such a young age. The smile on one of Riley's baby pictures haunted you more than the actual ghost of Riley himself. Wow that quiz made me all sad. I hope you liked it, even if it was on the sad side. Please keep sending in banners! I love them to death! And I'm thinking about having a banner competition. Your thoughts?
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