THE ARCHIVES: Chapter 223

Locks

Over the next few days,
I made it my business
to inspect locks
and their shapes, colors, locations…
anything that would jog my memory
and tell me which lock belonged
with Lindsey’s key.
Maybe it was something as simple
as the key to her diary,
a lock I would never see.
Her house key?
The key to a safe?
What would she have
that’s valuable?

I remembered the jagged S
cut into the key.
S… S… S…
Or maybe it was a 5?
Had Lindsey made the mark herself?
Had she stolen the key from somewhere?
It kept nagging me.

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THE ARCHIVES: Chapter 222

Admired

Carrie Lawson
and her friends were standing
outside the gym,
comparing outfits.
I HATE CARRIE LAWSON
seared through my head.
I wondered who had written that
and if it mattered.
Carrie saw me staring at her
and smiled. She’s one
of the nice popular girls.
Such creatures are quite rare,
but, as in the case of Carrie,
they do exist. It is easy
to hate someone who seems
to have it all together
like Carrie does.
Hair, outfit, makeup…
every tiny detail that goes into
making a person admired.
Oh, and playing a sport well—
the essential ingredient
to popularity.

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THE ARCHIVES: Chapter 221

Interesting Choice

Before I could answer the woman,
someone’s voice reached
over the crowd like a hand,
throwing out an answer for me.
“An archivist! She wants to be
an archivist!”
The woman’s brow went up
as if she never expected
an answer like that
from a high school student.
“Interesting choice,” she said.
“You might want to consider
being a history major in college.”
But I didn’t choose to be the Archivist.
It’s just who I am.

I looked around the crowd
for the person who had spoken for me,
but they had become silent, invisible.
I gathered my things
and left Career Day behind.

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