hold-still

My best friend is dead, and I could have saved her. It__ so wrong so completely and painfully wrong, that I walked through my front door tonight smiling.

Each time a breeze starts, I feel the air all the way through me.

When the bell rings, and lunch is over, I decide to come back here tomorrow, and the next day. I tell myself it really isn__ that bad.

He is Romeo, and he is heartbroken. Every word is wistful. When he says, 'O, teach me how I should forget to think!' I, for the first time, see what the big deal is about Shakespeare.

I was such a quiet kid, so shy and calm and in my own head. Of course I knew about being sad. Maybe that's the reason I saved all the things I thought were pretty.

People take one another for granted

That's what friends do: they notice things. They're there for each other. They see what parents don't.

I never realized what a big deal that was. How amazing it is to find someone who wants to hear about all the things that go on in your head. You just think that things will stay the way they are. You never look up, in a moment that feels like every other moment in your life, and think, "Soon this will be over". But I understand more now. About the way life works.

I leaned over the sink, closer to my reflection, and stare at myself hard. I don't know what I see. I don't even know what I want to see.

I__l make a swing so I can reach the places I can__ reach yet.

I sleep through the next day. Each time I go to the bathroom, I try not to look in the mirror. Once, I catch my reflection: it looks like I__e been punched in both eyes.I can__ talk about the day that follows that.