"Hey, have you found that journal I was talking about?" I blurt, mentally scolding myself at my stupidity.
"Can I trust you?" Sam asks.
"Of course." No. She can't trust me, I can't even trust myself, so how could she possibly trust me?
"Well, I found it, but decided to put it next to my brothers grave. It's better there. It's with him." She didn't. No.
"Oh..ok. So how was your day?" I say, dismissing the subject altogether.
Her eyes light up when I say that, making me smile. I love how she finds joy in the smallest of things.
"Normal." She answers, interrupting my thoughts, trying to not show the excitement in her voice.
I have been thinking so much about her ever since I went to her house. Something changed inside me.
I was walking in a room of smoke and mirrors before, everything clouded because I was so focused on one thing, the journal. Now, the everything seems a bit clearer and I can slightly feel my way around.
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Coming to the cemetery, I stand out compared to everyone else. Everyone here is kneeling on the ground and weeping. I am just standing there awkwardly.
I do feel blue, of course, since he was my friend too. However, overtime I learned to grieve on the inside.
I look around for Chris, Sam's brother, tombstone. Finally, I find it and read what it says:
In loving memory of Chris Smith
It was too early
We will see you in Heaven soon,
The Smith Family
I almost get emotional, almost.
Searching around for the journal, I find it sitting right in front of me mockingly grinning at me. I am about to snatch it when I turn around, journal in hand, and see Sam standing there, staring wide eyed.
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Teen FictionBeatrice. Samantha. One girl, two lives. Everyone has a battle to face, but what if the battle is you? The book is now available for ordering! COMMENT FOR ORDER FORM FYI there will be a sequel called Dignified.
