I'll give you my song, These words to you

Andre Harris | 16 | MusicianThe name's Andre, Andre Harris. I'm a sophmore at Hollywood Arts High School. I love food and writing songs. Music is pretty much my life.

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No

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I've never seen one around.

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No they arent silly

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They're not?

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He’s Santa he can do anything 

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You're right. It's just that unicorns are pretty rare, you know?

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A unicorn

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Santa might have a bit of trouble with that one.

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A lot of stuff

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Okay, what was at the top?

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I sent him my list already

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So you're just not sure what he'll bring you? What was on your list?

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andsleighharris I have no idea!!!

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You haven't asked him for anything? If not, you're leaving it a bit late.

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I was wearing it in class today. At least I was when I walked in. But then when I got up to leave it was, just, gone. 

This school gets to me sometimes. 

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But how did you not notice your shoe going missing, man? It's not like it coulda got up and walked away.

I think it gets to all of us sometimes. It's not exactly normal.

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Dang it. I had it earlier today…

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Where did you last see it?

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Has anyone seen my left shoe?

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Nah, can't say that I have man.

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it’s kicking my butt.

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I thought that kind of stuff was like your thing.

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The Existential Bookstore | Self-para

Andre glanced up, the jingling of the bell on the door momentarily disrupting his thoughts. The girl that walked through the door was certainly a welcome distraction, though. She was tall and thin, chestnut brown hair falling in gentle waves around her face.

He realised with a start that he was staring and was immensely glad that his dark skin would obscure the blush coloring his cheeks. He returned his gaze to the book in his hand, having to reread the cover because he had been so interrupted. He was looking for a book to use for an essay he was writing for his musical theory class but he wasn't having much luck. He wrinkled his nose and placed the book back on the shelf, deciding that it wasn't quite right for his purposes.

As he picked up another book, he glanced subtly around to search for the beautiful girl he had seen come into the book store. His heart sank a little, as she was nowhere to be found. A small cough sounded from behind him and Andre spun around so quickly that his dreadlocks bounced against his face.

He thought to himself that if his life was like one of those romantic comedies that his mom sometimes watched, the small cough would have been coming from that beautiful girl. Their eyes would meet and they'd probably fall in love right then and there. Unfortunately, if Andre's life were any sort of movie he didn't even seem to be the main character. He was the unlucky background character that was being coughed at by a little old lady because he was blocking her path to the cookbooks. He wanted nothing more than to kick himself for thinking it would be otherwise. Here he was acting so...wonky because of some random girl  he had barely caught a glimpse of as she entered the store.

Andre wondered what that girl was doing in the bookstore. Maybe she loved the peaceful atmosphere of them and felt at home here. Maybe she hated them and would rather be at the mall but had had to come in for some reason or other. Maybe she was buying a travel guide for some fabulous vacation that she had planned. He would never know and he would probably never see her again. It was weird to think that some stranger could inspire so much speculation and then disappear as though they had never existed in his little universe at all.

Perhaps it was all of the knowledge that seemed to emanate from the shelves upon shelves of books that haphazardly filled the small space but Andre was finding himself to be having somewhat of an existential crisis as he stared unseeingly at the jacket of yet another book about classical music. The gentle sound of christmas music floated through the store as he stood there, just thinking about...everything. About the holidays and how they were so fastly approaching. About his grandmother and the fact that she seemed to be about a thousand times crazier this week, as if she had somehow sensed that his mother was pushing harder than ever to have her admitted to some sort of psychiatric hospital. "For her own good." of course. As if any place like that could ever really help someone. Andre knew that the place his mother had in mind wasn't one of those rehabilitation centers that would help her get better, it was somewhere far away to send her so that she became someone else's responsibility. He wasn't naive enough to think that his grandmother wasn't sick but he knew that her being able to stay in her own home and visit regularly with her own doctors and see her family would be what would really help her. He'd tried time and time again to explain that to his mother but she just never seemed to hear him.

He wished that the holidays were really capable of miracles because that seemed like the only way his grandmother was going to be able to stick around.

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*pouts* that’s not nice

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Sorry, Little Red. I wasn't trying to be mean.

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Nope. I don’t know

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Then what were you- You know what, nevermind.

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whybees dunno

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You don't know?

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Andre's Thoughts 11/9

My Dad just told me that the family has decided that it would be best if Grandma didn't come to Thanksgiving this year. Apparently it "just wouldn't be good for her". More like Mom doesn't want to deal with her and he is just going along with it.

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