“If it was her diary, it would be wrong to open it. More wrong than leaving her dead in the hallway for the better part of a day? I shrugged my shoulders as I opened the black cardboard cover. It… — C.J. Omololu Copy Share
“I closed the cover and stared at it. How dare she have dreams while making all of us live like this? She was the… — C.J. Omololu Copy Share Image
“If it was her diary, it would be wrong to open it. More wrong than leaving her dead in the hallway for the better part of a day? I shrugged my shoulders as I opened the black cardboard cover. It was all relative. It wasn’t a diary—not really. Carefully pasted onto the pages of notebook paper were magazine pictures of… — C.J. Omololu Copy Share
“I reached out and curled my hand around her still, icy fingers. I held it there for a long time as I sat with… — C.J. Omololu Copy Share Image
