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Samantha (Part two)

December 29, 2012 10:49pm.

 

       I glance over at my crystal-beaded grandfather clock. The moonlight makes it easier for me to read the time. Ten forty-nine. I sigh. The insomnia medicine hasn't kicked in, yet. Knowing that, I kick off my toasty quilt and stuff myself in a robe and in-house slippers. I shuffle my feet across my room until I find my destination; the computer. My freezing fingers fumble over the keyboard to find the space key. I press the key once, trying not to make a lot of noise. The display comes to life, showing me the picture I took with my friends back in Florida.

         "I miss them," I whisper to myself.

         I click on Facebook. While waiting for the page to load, I try to rub in some warmth to my thighs. Finally, the page loads and I scroll through my notifications. A few friend requests and invitations to some Facebook games flash on the tiny box, but other than that, it's pretty much empty. I sigh, and look at a few mutual friends. 'Uneventful evening' would be an overstatement.

 December 30, 2012 12:58am.

        

         I'm still at my computer. Eyes wide open. Oh my god.

         Stripped to the waist, we fall into the river… Ellie Goulding's amazing voice sings through my Beat headphones. I hum as silently as I can to her unique style. Anything could happen, anything could happen, anything could happen…

         Bing!

         It's my Facebook. I quickly open the Facebook tab to see that I have a personal message from my one of my best friends Kory from back in Alabama.

Kory: hey bebz. (: whatz up? :p any cute guyz?

         I smile and start typing away.

 

You: not really. no clubs within six miles. kill me now

Kory: u dont evn go clubin with evan &d i. y wud u go alone?

You: who said im alone? ;)

Kory: no hot guyz, remembr?

You: true lol

Kory: gtg

Kory has logged out.

 

         Tears slowly streak down my face. Usually, Kory and I spend all night on Facebook. Now she's acting like I'm some freaking outsider.

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December 30, 2012 1:34pm.

         Slowly, slowly, slowly I open my crusty eyes. The first thing that hits me is that Mother is baking bread, which means I've missed breakfast and lunch. Almost immediately, my stomach grumbles in response.

         "Ughh," I groan as I realize that loud rock music is playing from next door. I hate rock.

         I want to move to open the window to let out the muggy smell of fresh bread, but my bed sheets seem so darn cozy, I let myself suffer.

         "I wanna be laughed at, laughed with, just because! I wanna feel weightless and that should be enough." Dakotah sings from her window right outside of mine. Though she turns the sound down when she sings, I can still hear the muffled song through our closed windows. "And I'm stuck in this fuckin' rut, waiting on a secondhand pick me up and I'm over getting older." She sings. I hear soft thumping coming from her room. Of course I'm curious to what she's doing, so I hoist myself out of bed with my robe still on. Shuffling my feet as fast as I can, I rub my arms to keep warm. "If I could just find a time, then I would never let a day go by, but I’m over getting old…" Finally, I reach my closed window. I peer my head from the side to make sure she's not looking. At first I can't see her, but then all of a sudden she jumps into my view. "Well maybe it's not my weekend, but it's gonna be my year!" She sings into a hairbrush facing, thankfully, away from me. "I'm so sick of watching as the minutes pass as I go nowhere." She pulls down her right hand in a fist like she's pulling down the stars from the sky while her left leg bounces to the beat. I laugh.