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Thursday, January 12, 2006

A girl on the verge of adulthood (or even young adulthood, she amended reluctantly) felt a bit nostalgic. As she got dressed for university one morning, she spied her old school uniform hanging in a corner of her cupboard.

It had been a long three or four years since she'd worn that anywhere special. It hung faithfully on its two hangers - a green vest and a matching skirt on one, and a slightly yellowed white button down shirt on the other. Among the blacks, whites, browns and sombre blues she wore now it stood out like a pine tree in the middle of a desert. (Next to the blacks and whites was her cheerleading uniform, but that's another story)

On a whim, she took the two hangers down and held the clothes out in front of her. They drank in the dim light of the room. She'd always planned to go back to see the teachers, yes... but she never really had gone back after she'd left. Not after they'd all left, she amended sorely again. And now, when she finally could, there was no reason to do so as her teachers were all gone!

All they had left was each other. Us superheroes gotta stay together, she thought drily.

She ran her fingers down the fabric and unbuttoned the vest and shirt. It wouldn't hurt, she guessed. There was still time before uni started. She shrugged the clothes off the hangers and put them on.

The uniform still fit. The skirt was long, as it had always been. She looked at herself in the mirror, briefly transported back in time. It was five am, time to get dressed once again. Then it was 930 am, walking around school on a short break. It was lunchtime, and she was talking animatedly with her teacher about the yearbook. It was time to go home, and she waved goodbye to her friends in the buses ahead from her own.

It was 2pm, time to go home, and she was hugging her friends goodbye. Forever, for some, and not-so-forever for others. But life goes on, she supposed. It always did.

She unbuttoned the vest and shirt slowly, as if drinking in the memories from the uniform. But then she glanced at her cellular phone, and quickly shrugged off the green vest, the shirt and the skirt. She hung the clothes carefully back in the cupboard, and reached towards the blacks, whites, browns and sombre blues for clothes to wear to uni.

She was running late.

-ionie
Now playing - Michelle Branch, Goodbye to You

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