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Eight Years Later...

It's my senior year in high school and I finally know what I'm doing. I have a good job, great friends, the perfect boyfriend, and I'll be headed off to college in the fall. Everything is going my way, but something in the back of my mind haunts me.

"Hey guys!" I said jogging up to Chewy, Lewie, Matt, Brittany and Tiffany, who were all sitting at a table in the middle of the cafateria.

"So... How's it feel to be a senior?" Chewy asked giving me a hug. We called him Chewy because his hair was long and frizzy and everyone said he looked like chewbacca, so we shortened it to Chewy.

"It feels great and I wish actually wish I was a junior so i could graduate with you guys." I said pushing my curly red hair back out of my face and sat down.

"When do you have to work again?" Matt asked.

"Tonight from 4 pm to close." I sighed.

We talked all during lunch, and went to our classes, at 2:45pm school let out.

I met William, Chewy, and Katie at my car in the parking lot and I drove everyone home, then went home to change my clothes for work. I walked in the door picked up the mail, and laid my keys on the table in the entrance. I flipped through the mail as I walked to the kitchen and grabbed a pepsi out of the fridge. Then I saw it. The letter addressed to me, there was no return address, but I got a weird feeling. I tore it open and this is what it said:

Dear Emily,

I know you probably just want to let this stay in the past, but I have fought with myself, over the years I have spent in this prison, about what I did to you. I can't even blame the drugs or alcohol because I knew it was wrong anyway. I get out in June and well I want to ask for you rforgiveness. What I did to you was wrong, but I have changed. Eight years of prison can really change someone and I had to at least attempt it. Please think about it.

John.

I dropped my pepsi, spilling it everywhere, the noise brought me out of my confused mind. I cleaned up the mess and called into work, saying there was a family emergency and I couldn't make it.

I ran out the door grabbing my car keys off the table and slamming the door behind me. I hopped in my brunt orange 1940's dodge and drove to Chewy's house.

Chewy knew all about the "incident" because he was my nieghbor back then and best friend too. I almost forgot to put the car in park i was so frustrated. He met me on the back porch.

"What's wrong?" He said concerned by the tears running down my face. I handed him the letter and he took it from my shaking hands and read it.

"Oh, My God!" He said as he pulled me into a hug. We just stood there not saying anything just standing there staring at the letter.

to be continued...