Friday, August 29, 2008

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Klara was the way she had been at thirteen years old, back when

she was hiding herself from the world. I suspected something was

bothering her, but whatever that may have been, she didn't seem to want

to talk about it. I would be lying if I said it didn't hinder our relationship.

For the rest of the summer she seemed to stay a little more

secluded. When asked to do anything fun she would often say that she

wasn't feeling up to it. She made a lot of excuses not to participate in ny

of the activities our families had planned.

"Did I do something wrong?" I asked as we laid in bed that

morning.

The sun was barely over the horizon. I could hear our parents

downstairs cooking our last big breakfast. Klara was facing away from

me, but I could tell by her careful breathing that she was awake.

"No."

"Then what's wrong? Why won't you tell me?"

She sighed.

"You didn't do anything wrong. Nobody did. I'm just... I'm

going through some stuff right now. It's me. I'm the problem."

I was confused.

"What do you mean?"

She finally sat up and turned to face me. Her blue eyes seering

into mine. She opened her mouth as if to say something, but then shut it

again. Her eyes traveled around her half of the room.

"I just don't feel like myself lately," she said at last. "That's all.

"How?"

"It's hard to explain." She closed her eyes and rubbed at her

forehead. "Sometimes you just don't feel like yourself anymore. You feel

like somebody else trapped in the skin of the person you're supposed to

be, the person everyone else thinks you are."

I didn't know wht to say.

"Klara...."

She shook her head.

"Don't worry about it, Sadie. Everybody goes through this kind

of stuff at some point in their life. I'm going to be okay. How about we

just forget about it and enjoy our last day together?"

I nodded.

"Sure. I guess. I'd like that."

"Great! I love you, Sadie. Never forget that."

"I love you too, Klara."

She smiled at me and then we climbed out of bed and made our

way downstairs for breakfast.

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