‘Standing In The Walls’ By TRACY CHARPENTIER

There was no door to my bedroom, just one to the outside and one to the rest of the house at the top of the stairs. I both hated this space and loved it. I could crank my stereo up and no one would care, I could peruse National Geographic pictures of bare breasted tribes women, and drink Drambuie from my dad’s wet bar, not my choice but it was there. I was twelve and hated the world, accept for Heather, when I invited her over I would stand inside the hollow walls of my basement bedroom and watch her for a little bit through a hole in the wall, she was beautiful and she knew it.

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