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you tomorrow.”
    I curl back up into my bed and will the noises to stop. I fall asleep to the memory of Harlan singing my favorite version of ‘Sweet Child O’ Mine,’ by ‘Taken by Tress.’ I can still see his chestnut hair swirling around his face, as the wind blows. His voice echoes through my walls, as the soothing sound of his voice puts me to sleep.

Chapter 3
     
     
     
    The weather is perfect for this day. It is rainy and wonderfully dreary. There is a thick fog rising with the morning sun. I brush my teeth with extra care. Silly, I know but I have always been told I have a breathtaking smile. My caramel hair is styled in a messy fishtail braid, lying slightly across my left shoulder. Wearing my favorite red plaid flannel, over a white tank top, I lean down and tie my chuck tailors one last time. I look over my apartment. I make sure to leave it nice and tidy, no evidence of anything being out of place. The latest celebrity gossip magazines lay strewn across the coffee table. I have to laugh when I see ‘Lady Gaga’s’ latest costume made of meat.
    Locking my door I tuck my key into the pocket of my cut offs. The bus is late. I have discovered that it is always five minutes behind schedule. There is a quaint diner in the middle of town, Nelly’s Kitchen, the local townie hangout.
    It’s only Seven a.m. and the place is crowded. There is a group of elderly men seated in the first booth ranting about the latest town hall meeting, while drinking their coffee and reading their newspapers. I take a seat at the counter. The stool even swivels, I haven’t been here since before the accident. I used to come here all of the time after school; they have always had the best milkshakes.
    I inhale the scent of coffee and grease while I wait for the waitress to notice me. Looking around the dinning room I notice the walls are still lined in pictures of the locals, fishing, having parades, along with various sports team photos. It has a real ‘Leave It to Beaver’ atmosphere.
    I notice something that wasn’t here the last time I was here, a picture of Harlan, well more like a shrine. It is his senior portrait. There are signatures signed on a board beside of it, I walk over to the picture. I run my fingers across his handsome face. A tear escapes and slides down my cheek.
    There is a tingling sensation, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand. That feeling of someone staring at me makes itself known. I turn around to see everyone in the diner staring at me — no one is even chewing their food or drinking their coffee. I wipe the tear from my cheek and take the marker attached to the side of the board.
    I write, my love we will be together again. I walk back to the counter and wait to place my order. Everyone eventually returns to their own business. I have gotten use to the stares. Every time I go to the grocery store people whisper, point and stare. I keep telling myself just a little longer, you can get through it to be with him again. Harlan is waiting for me. I just know it.
    Swiveling around on the stool and glancing to the left I notice that yes, I am being studied again. I am what you would consider attractive. My hair is caramel and hangs just below my shoulders, my face is round but it isn’t chubby. My eyes are a hazel green shade. I’m not too tall or too short. I have an average build for an eighteen year old girl I suppose. My breasts aren’t huge, but they aren’t mosquito bites either. I have a good handful at the most; Harlan always said they were perfect.
    This guy on the other hand I can’t tell much about him, he is hiding under the curtain of his powder blue hoodie. Snorting to myself I turn back towards the waitress and place my order.
    What does one order for their final supper, or in my case final breakfast? I decide to order a grand feast, steak and eggs it is. I sip my soda while waiting for my order and some jackass rudely elbows my ribs causing me in turn to spit my drink all