if you get this i'm goNe

Ch 5.

Kylie Larson
(the lab partner)

Laila was really good at science. If she didn’t want to play soccer she would have gotten an engineering scholarships. Most athletes at our school were dumb. Not to be rude or anything but they could hardly maintain a B- in the average levels. Laila on the other hand had all AP courses and still had A’s if not A+’s.
    The day it happened, I was reviewing our lab report that had to be turned in. The day was really mundane and the pictures that she drew on the margins made my day. Every little note I made she had turned it into a little image. With anyone else I would have been mad, but she made it fun. Normal to do so.
I got her note today. Rumors had been thrown across the school about these letters and secretly I had hoped I had gotten one.  Getting one would mean so much to me and the moment I got it I wanted to cry. She remembered me. Of all the people she could have wrote to, she wrote to me. My mom handed me my letter. I tentatively took it and slid the letter out of the envelope. Her swirly handwriting greeted me.

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Hey Kylie.
If you got this I’m gone. No this is not a joke but don’t worry. I’m happy. If things go right you will understand.
I remember when I moved up a level in dance. Your level. I’ve always looked up to you. At dance. At school. I would always watch you dance at the recitals and how graceful you moved and aspired to be like you. When I found out that I was in your science class I immediately looked for your familiar face and beamed. You beamed back. I don’t think you understand how much the smile meant to me. It was an approval… almost like you were the sister I never had.
Do you remember when we were paired up in class. You told me how proud you were that I was in your science class. That I had skipped a entire grade and was in yours.
I use to love when you would teach me dance at family parties, because I was too young to learn. You use to correct my positions when my footing was wrong or encourage me when I did things perfectly. When I could finally join we would mock Ms.DuPont’s snotty voice and gush over Ms. Hall.
I am sorry if this hurts. I’m doing it for good reasons, reasons I hope you will soon find out. I know you are probably mad at me for doing this, but I tried to fix things and I couldn’t. I promise I tried. Thank you for everything you’ve done for me and being a part of my life.
Love Always
Your Lay’s Chip

ps: we got tHis
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She was the best dancer at our academy. If anything I looked up to her. The moment I taught her some basic moves at parties, I knew she was a dancer. Yes everyone can dance, but not everyone is good at it.
My family and her family have been friends since our older siblings were kids. We were there when her dad left. And when Ashley left without a word, no way of tracing her. I was the one she came to when she couldn't deal with her mom’s crying over her family. When she couldn’t deal with people comparing her to her sister.
I’m not mad. Everyone at the funeral was mad. Just a little at the least. But I wasn’t. I know she tried. She had to have tried to fix and deal with everything. Laila does everything for a reason. She did what she did.