The First Day

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Dear Leslie,

Hi, It's Jess. How are you? It's been a week since.... well, you know. I'm not taking it so well. I have dreams about you. Dying again. I scream your name, and my parents come in and tell me you're in a better place now. Because of me. I'm sorry. If I invited you to go to the museum with me, we probably would have switched places. If you don't mind, I'm going to keep this notebook here by your house, just in case I need to... talk to you. I made this drawing for you. I hope you like it. Well, I'll talk to you later, I guess.

Jess


I set the notebook down on the porch of their house. Tears blurred my vision. I ran back to my house quickly to get my backpack. After I got it, I waited for the bus. When it got here I sat down and immediately expect Leslie to sit down next to me. When I realized she wasn't here, I wiped the tears from my cheek.

 I didn't talk to anyone. Teachers didn't call on me. They excused me from some work. I'm not enjoying it. But I have to get  used to it. I have to get used to the boring days without my best friend.

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