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(n.) light produced by chemical, electrical, or psychological means

  "Now class, as you all know, this time of the year is the year filled with requirements and projects that you need to complete and submit," 

I sigh and close my eyes as the whole class grunts in unison. 

  "This year, all of you will be required to create something a little special. The project is entitled 'Unsent letters'." Ms. Gwyneth announces, as I sit straight back up in my seat. She smiles as she notices my attention. 

   "As the title goes, all of you will be creating unsent letters. It could be to anyone, and I encourage you to be extra creative. It could be a letter to life, to yourself, to your parents, or a special someone. You can express it in any form you want -- compile it in a book, make a video, or write some letters. This project will be due after winter break, so I assume that all of you will be able to pass this in time," 

Immediately, a person flashes in my mind, and I glance at him, who is at the brink of falling asleep.

Oh Logan. If only you knew. 

Woah, that sounded so dramatic and girly. 

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"Cassidy, Cass! Yo, Kazinra!" a name calls from behind. I roll my eyes and turn around.

"Yes Caleb, I weren't informed that you were stalking me now." I say. "And I didn't know you still remembered Kazinra," 

"Duh, she was the princess you wrote about when we were ten," he says. 

I chuckle lightly. It felt so nice having Caleb by my side. It was as if we were just kids again. 

"Oh, I have an idea! Come on, let's go to your room!" he says, dragging me inside our house and putting my bag down. 

"Caleb, I swear. . . if you're just like all the hormonal teenage boys out there I advise you to get out of this house." I say. 

"Cass, don't talk like that! Come on!" he whines like a child. 

By the time he opens my door, he rumages through my drawers until he reaches the pink and purple journal hidden under all my random stuff. He holds it up in the air and shows it to me like he's one a prize. 

"CALEB! Shoot, no!!!" 

"Really Cass? After all these years I couldn't believe that your diary is still in the same place where it's been years ago," he cracks up, lifting up the diary and making me go on tip toe to reach it. 

"Let's see. October 12, 2012. Dear Diary, today was one of the best days ever! Me and Alaine went to a school fair, and mommy bought me a bunny! I named her Minnie but I was so embarrassed because I suddenly cried and then I thought that the random lady on the street was mommy," Caleb reads out loud. 

"That's enough for one day, mister!" I growl, snatching the diary. 

"I missed you, Cass. I really did." he says, giving me a feirce hug in which I return. There was just this odd, happy feeling stirring inside of me, ypu know? 

"Well too bad, because she's not going to be here," a voice says outside. I turn around only to face those clear blue eyes. 

Will they ever get any prettier than they are now? 

"Wha --" before I can finish, I'm pulled out and drag/half carried downstairs until I'm inside Logan's car and secured in the seat belt. 

"Hi, Cass!" Logan says chirpily, as though nothing happened. I pout and hit him in the chest. I stomp my feet and cross my arms.

"Logan Chase! Dude, what is your prob?!" I yell annoyingly. Surprisingly, Logan looks hurt, sad even. I suddenly soften, relaxing in the seat. 

"Chill, princess. Ms. GWYNETH wants you at their place. She wants to talk to you about something," he says, clicking the keys and starting the engine. 

"Wait, this doesn't have anything to do with discipline, does it? I swear, if it's about the shelf that fell down in the library, it was all Alaine! I have nothing to do with her stalking issues," I defend, putting my hands in the air. 

"From what I heard, what Ms. Gwyneth is going to tell you is all about writing," 

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author's note

Guys, help omg. I'm not even revising my drafts anymore. Welp.

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