In Spanish class we learned about the day of the dead.
I wondered if anyone would remember me when I'm dead.
Will they have pictures of me?
Will they remember what my favorite food was?
The day of the dead is a happy celebration.
Would I be happy when I was dead?
I would be free.
That meant happiness to me.
Before I exited the classroom, I saw Bradley talking to our teacher. It was the only class we had together, which made it easy to avoid him.
He smiled at me. Like he always did. He didn't remember Halloween night.
<<¡Señorita Ellis! ¿Cómo estás?>>
Señora Perez, my Spanish teacher, asked me when I reached the door.
"I'm fine, how are you," I smiled back.
"I'm good," she said. Before I left she squeezed my shoulders. "Hang in there, mija. Everything is going to be alright."
She must have heard something in my voice. I was terrified, that I was going to give it away.
"I'll see you tomorrow, alright Señorita Ellis?"
"Alright," I answered back quietly.
It was nice knowing someone was counting on seeing me tomorrow.
When I got home, I wrote a note.
Señora Perez,
Will you please try and make it to my funeral? It will be near the end of December of this year.
R.S.V.P. to my mother.
Goodbye,
Caitlyn
P.S. I loved your class. Learning about Dia de Los Muertos made death seem a lot less intimidating. Thank you.
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R.S.V.P.
Short Story"Cait, why do you spend so much time in your room," my mother asked, "why don't you hang out with your friends anymore?" "Just tying to minimize the damage," I thought ** At sixteen, Caitlyn Ellis has decided to kill herself. She's made up her mind...
