My mom and I went to the Mall of America today, and I had a very successful shopping trip at Garage. I just can't believe that's my final shopping trip for high school. Wow. Where has all the time gone?

I am currently listening to Smooth Criminal by Michael Jackson and it totally reminds me of the last chapter of my book series that I'm writing. Oh, my goodness, it makes me so giddy.

Today was my last day to sleep in until December, if I work until winter break like I did last year. Sigh. I am going to have to request mid semester off. I think I might develop an ulcer this year. Or do the Senior slide... which sounds much more appealing.

I've been working so much that I haven't even wanted to update. Instead, I've been writing. And I've been looking at clothes. Pretty clothes...!

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I PROMISE that I am going to read and comment your entries! I apologize for being such a bad LJ friend..

Brit

A writing prompt for a little community called tellmeaboutit .

In My Dream You Were...

A -

I feel different without you.

I know we weren't best friends. Laura and Emily were vivacious girls who fit your personality like a glove, and they were a better friend than I could have ever been. I knew you well enough, however, to feel a sense of emptiness that one feels when someone is gone forever.

I've been feeling only that for four days. Ever since I got the news of your death via text message (text message, A -- that's how the news of your passing spread through the high school of 3,200 like wildfire), I haven't stopped thinking about you. I've felt a sadness that is truly breaking my heart. It's different than when an elderly family member dies. The utter shock of your cause of death -- it being a spasm -- still hasn't truly set in yet. An eighteen-year-old girl is not supposed to die.

Even in my sleep, I haven't stopped thinking about you.

Every night, I see you in the Alto Section of our choir. You're on the top row, just as you always were, because you were such a lovely singer. We're all sharing a bit about our weekend, and you have your trademark smile on your face, dimples highlighting your beautifully defined cheeks, and your blue eyes are sparkling.

I can never remember what you were talking about in the dream. It's irrelevant, I suppose, isn't it?

You're wearing the pink sweater you wore the last time I saw you. Your dark red hair is down, for once, gracing your shoulders. You look absolutely beautiful.

For the briefest of moments, after I wake up, my alarm getting louder and louder, I get a warm feeling inside of me, knowing that I have something to look forward to during the day.

However, after I turn my alarm off (which is quickly becoming my security blanket, thanks to this), I become sober. I feel like I'm drowning in a cold, endless ocean, and I'm quickly running out of breath.

I think of only you for a moment, how you were in my dreams again, and how alive you seemed.

I love you and, just like many others, I miss you more than you can fathom.

- B

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