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Cradiling her books in her arms Kimber stepped out from the library.

She shifted her checkerd backpack on her shoulder and begin to walk home.

The night was cold, chilly, and the sound on the emptiness was soothing.

She longed for the warmth of her bedroom, the solace of the dim lighting her lamp provided as she delved into books.

He was there again, Evan Jonaese.

With his just got out of bed dark hair,

and those eyes, dark like oak with streaks of gold and amber dotting through them.

The eyes that examined her. She shivered at the thought and pushed onward toward the poorer part of Chester Creek.

Her old worn converse slapped agaisnt the pavement,

which was blanketed in leaves.

She counted the colors, brown, rusty, red, orange, yellow.

All resting on the ground creating a perfect sun colored quilt.

The wind picked up, the old rickety buildings moaned as the wind worked its way through the streets.

The old street lamps still stood from the 1950's, and where the pavement had worn away you could see the ancient cobblestone beneath.

Kimber stepped onto the sidewalk, at least the sidewalks are nice.

Made of crimson bricks, smooth.

The streetlamps made ghostly shadows dance up on the side of the shops she walked passed.

The last few workers ambled tiredly from work, there was the jingle of their keys opening the door.

This was the side of town that Chester Creek wanted to forget about, and everyone who lived there too.

Was that our purpose?

To live the same routine day in and day out?

 And then what?

Die? Turning into the dust of the forgotten?

Like those before us.

Nobody cared, and no body ever will.