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May 8th, 2001
Cindy,
It's been three years since you died. I miss you more and more every day. But I know that you'd kill me if you knew that I'd spent hours moping over your death. So I go on, and think of you all the time, with all of our best memories.
I remember at your funeral, your boyfriend silently stood off to the side, with crumpled cloth in his hands, with tears running down his face. I'm sure I looked more oless the exact same. So I walked over, and we stood quietly side-by-side, staring at the white flowers that covered the casket.
I hope you're proud of me. I hope you're watching over me. Either way, I'm going to write these letters to you, because I want you to know how things have been with me.
-Your loving sister, Anna. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~May 10th, 2001
Cindy,
I think the whole reason I stopped wallowing over my misery was because of Logan. You never got to meet him, but I'm sure you would've liked him. Actually, maybe instead of just describing him, I'll tell you the whole story of Logan, and you can judge him for yourself. I think that seems nice.
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"Found it!" I whispered-yelled, grabbing the book from the self I'd been searching for. I'd been at the giant bookstore for ages, and had finally found the last copy. I stood up, straightening my spine, and immediately hit my head into the into the person behind me. I let loose a few swears and rubbed my head. I could already feel the bump start to form.
"Ugh, that was painful," groaned the boy, standing behind me. He held his hand to his already darkening cheek. I could tell he was around my age. Brown hair, tan skin, muscular and tall. And you had a type of smirk, that made me think you were a trouble-maker. Wow, how lame did that sound. I just called boy my own age a trouble-maker, way-to-go, Anna.
"I'm so sorry!" I groaned. I was generally coordinated, but I had a tendency to hurt others as well as myself.
"Eh, it's fine, no worries. Hey, is that the last copy?" he said, jabbing a finger at the book in my hand.
"Yeah, it is," I replied. He stared at me. I stared back.
"D'you know if they'll be getting any more in soon?" he finally spoke, breaking the awkward silence and staring contest.
"No idea. You should probably ask a worker," I said lamely. I mean, he was cute and I was awful at talking to boys.
"Guess I will, then. By the way, what school do you go to? You look kind of familiar," I grinned, that'd be great if we went to the same school. He had a decent personality, and we had the same taste in books. And like I've said, he really was attractive!
"I go to Johnston River High. You?" He smiled, and I was dying to know where he went.
"Same! I've never seen you before though, what year are you?" He seemed thrilled, for a reason I didn't understand at the time.
"I'm a soph," I said, tucking my hair under my ear.
"How've we never actually seen each other? I'm a soph too," he laughed, and then held out his hand. "I'm Logan, Logan Bennett. Nice to meet you. What's your name?" he said, as he shook my hand.
"Anna Carlisle. I actually have to go now, but maybe I'll see you at school?" I said hopefully. Logan grinned.
"Yeah, that'd be great. I'll see you around, Anna,"
I smiled, and walked away with my book. And for the first time since your death, my heart felt light, and for the first time in a while, I was feeling hopeful.
So don't worry Cindy, the story isn't anywhere close to finished. I'll send some letters soon.
Love you, miss you, Anna
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Anna didn't think she'd ever get over her sister's death. They were best friends, and they told each other everything. When she died, Anna's world falls apart. But when she meets a certain boy who is stuck on finding out Anna's secrets and making he...
