The day we presented what we had been working on for art class, the four of us stood up together and presented the large array of grids that we had been working on for almost four years.
The days we had laughed, cried, shouted, and broken down together was all in those grids.
As we had changed, so had the grids.
Details that weren't there in the beginning suddenly started to appear.
We had finally discovered ourself.
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Grids
Short StoryUnspoken whispers that are finally brought to life. A girl meets a boy in art class and with each passing day, finds herself more and more in love with him. Fear however creates a glass barrier between her feelings. Will she ever break it? "He was...
