[color=f7941d]Lisa Bryant[/color]

September 5th, 1969

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[i]...I will be going into base camp in a few days and most likely there I will be able to write more.
  By the time this reaches you, you’ve probably already started your senior year. Go in there and get it done with. I know how you hate high school. 
Send mom my love and please tell her I’m doing well.
Eddie [/i]

  Lisa folded up the letter and allowed it to rest briefly on her lap. Leaning over, she pulled the truck’s storage compartment open and an avalanche of letters poured out, scattering all over the passenger’s side of the car. 
  “Great.” she muttered to herself as she assembled them all, gingerly storing them back in where they have been over the past four years. 
  She slid the keys into the ignition and the 1960 Chevrolet roared to life. She was grateful for this truck, even though it wasn't something she would pick for herself. About three years ago, soon as she got old enough to drive, she ditched the school bus and borrowed her brother’s truck.

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  It was a brisk drive to the school where she had grown up in – only a mere seven minutes away. Mumbling curses that were slated towards the educational institution before her, she pulled into the parking lot catching sight of a spot in the back. She grasped her school bag and headed for the entrance, ignoring the guard’s dictating eye on her. She agilely made her way through the hallways, arriving at her locker. Eliminating some books out of her bag, she recollected that she threw an apple in there for the reason that she was too tired to invest in a decent breakfast. 

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  She closed her locker and then was promptly on her way towards the eternal line of people that were impatiently awaiting to receive their time table from Counselor Taggert. She steered her way back to the end of the line. Letting her back rest against the wall, she began to bite into her apple as she mentally prepared herself to be there for a very, lengthy amount of time.