we lived across the street from each other.its funny,its always been way since we were little.whenever my dad and his sister moved..we.d end up in walking distance from each other.i moved so much & these particular houses were right across the street from our school.if we stayed home or anything we could still hear the bells in the distance,and they were always at a certain time of the day.at first i thought it was annoying,but then it almost became a certain comfort.every day i didnt care what time it was,and you can always feel what time its around.but that never mattered..when the bells rang, you knew it was exactly twelve..lunch…two fourty, schools out then four.after school detention was over.even when something wasnt related to those bells you could still go off of the time.like when the bell rang at four,i knew i had a half an hour before i had to get my stuff together for my pottery club at five o clock.then sometimes a bell would go off at night, we thought it was funny.there was a huge window on the second story across from the staircase and you could see the sky. sometimes id lay upstairs when there was a thunderstorm with a warm cup of tea,wrapped in a big blanket keeping the lightning company.watching the big bolts and the crooked tiny slithers across the night sky.everyday my cousin and i would wake up (sleep over or not) id eat an apple and we.d walk to school together.the morning dew felt so fresh,i always thought she was a cute morning grouch with messy hair & being up early always felt so good.
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