Sleepwalking my way through life: And I wanted to talk about her cat...



And I wanted to talk about her cat...

"Hello stranger."

I stopped in my tracks. The voice was familiar but I couldn't place it. It was lingering on the edge of memory ready to be realised or lost forever. I turned slowly to face her, a smile of recognition appearing on my face.

"Long time no see." I replied, a cocky smile on my face. She was the same as she always was yet different. A little taller, longer hair, new glasses. She looked weird without her gun or her terrorist mask. "How did you find me?"

"I have my ways," she said with a flick of her hair. "Why? Did you want me to?"

I laughed as her eyes peered at me through her square rimmed glasses. "Eight months is a long time. I won't lie, I did occasionally think of you. All those good times. Do you still have-"

"Why didn't you tell me where you were?" She interrupted me, a pout on her face.

I stood there momentarily, frozen in the attempt to form a question like a deer caught in the headlights. I paused before throwing my hands up in innocence. "Memory is a tricky mistress."

She smiled and laughed. "Witty as ever I see."

Catching up with old friends is fun. A nice distraction from the endless amount of thoughts that are running through my head, most of which are English related.

I got my Graphics prelim back today, a hundred and three out of a hundred and forty. An A. I am so chuffed with myself. It's a shame that I failed English miserably. I don't have an amazingly long time until my exams, and therefore don't have an amazingly long time until freedom of the scary kind.

I don't want to grow up just yet.
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