Another Chance
A Chance to Change the Past
“Goddammit! All these papers must have come from the destruction of at least one whole forest! Whatever happened to being environment friendly?” I cursed loudly.
I was in my room, searching through my mountains of papers and readings, looking for the text I needed to bring to my next class. A class that would start in about 15 minutes. And I am still literally half-buried in papers.
“Aha!” I cried triumphantly, finally holding the set of readings that I needed for today. I grabbed my backpack and rushed out the door. Just as I was walking hurriedly in the hallway, a small piece of paper fell from the stack that I was holding. I bent down to pick it up, looking at it curiously. My bed might serve more as a place for my papers than as a place for me to sleep, but I was familiar with every sheet of paper there, and I was fairly sure I had never seen this before.
I read aloud:
“Never give up on the separation
Which has pained more than one nation
For even in all the loss and despair
You still have another chance to repair”
I had never been one for poetry, in fact, I hated it with a passion. I could never understand poetry. And so I couldn’t help but think ‘What the hell is this?’. Bewildered, I turned over the paper to look at its other side. What I saw there only confused me even more: the Cassiopeia conste
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