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GRACES POV

I had no clue where Gabe lived, so I had no way to get his backpack to him. He didn't give me a phone number, e-mail address, or screen name, so I couldn't get a hold of him. I decided to just give it to him in the morning.

I started on my homework, and finished after about a half hour. I then decided that it was time to take a shower. I put all of my books back into my bag, and headed upstairs. I opened the door to my bathroom, walked in, and turned on the water. I got a towel out, undressed, and then got in the shower. The water seemed to be just right. I got lost in thought as the water ran down my skin.

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GABES POV

Dinner was ready at about a quarter after five. I watched my dad drown his pasta in my "special" sauce. I made sure that all of the Tylenol tablets were crushed up and mixed in well with the sauce. I had only put in enough tablets for him to sleep through the night, so I was expecting him to be up in the morning.

By the time my father had finished eating, I had only taken three bites, and only parts that had little or no sauce on them. I knew that my father would take a nap after his dinner, so I didn't have to worry about him falling asleep at the table.

"Get up stairs and go to bed. I don't want to hear from you again tonight," he said.

"Whatever you say,” I replied.

“Don’t use… that tone of… voice with me.” He speech was slowing down, so I could tell that the medicine was starting to work.

I made my way upstairs, and into my bedroom. I shut the door and locked it, so that no one could interrupt me. I needed to be alone for a while, and didn’t want to have any distractions. I knew what I needed to do, and set out in search for my razor.

I couldn’t find it! I thought I put it on my desk, wait, no that was this morning. I remember, I put it in my backpack. But where was that?

Damn, I left it at Grace’s house. What time was it? 5:30. Ok, I have enough time to go and get my backpack.

I went downstairs to make sure that my dad was asleep. He was. I quietly crept down the stairs, being careful not to make a sound in case the medicine wasn’t fully working. I grabbed my house keys, and walked out my front door.

I walked down my street looking for Grace’s house. I remember what it looked like, but not the address. It took me a while, but I finally found the house.

I walked up to her front door and rang the bell.