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wrenching to write those words? Was it hard to see the paper in front of you through your tears? Did you want to throw your guts up writing it?”
    Mia could feel her eyes getting watery. Fuck, I wish I was wearing my sunglasses, she stressed. She couldn’t see the paper in front of her while she was writing Sky Diving Blues. He was her sun, her light. And to betray her with that shallow, mean bitch? Expose her darkest secrets and pain. And to her? Why, Schooner? Actually, she didn’t even want to know why. Just the fact that he did it – betrayed her, broke their trust, sent her hurtling from that exalted place he had taken her to depths so painful. Yes, writing that poem had made her sick to her stomach.
    Mia looked down at her desk. I hate you, Schooner Moore. I hate you so fucking much. If you were standing in front of me right now, I would pummel my fists into your chest. I would take my nails and scratch that pretty face of yours to ribbons. So why do I still just want you to hold me, you cruel mother fucking bastard? I want you to hold me and tell me it was all a mistake, Baby Girl. But it wasn’t because you fucking betrayed me. How could you love me and betray me? You couldn’t. So, you didn’t love me. You never loved me. Was it all a big fucking joke to you and that witch? I want you out of my head. I want you out of my heart. Why did I ever meet you?
    Mia heard Tom saying her name. She and Rob Ryan were the only two that did not have to redo the assignment. She knew she needed to concentrate on what Tom was saying, stay there in the present, in the class, and not go to the place she had just disappeared to for the last few minutes. Mia groaned inwardly as Tom asked Rob to get up in front of the class to read his poem. Fuck that means I’m next, she cringed. Her stomach was already in knots from thinking about Schooner. Ick, I just want to go throw up, Mia could feel the bile rising. And Tom was calling her name. Thank God it’s a short poem, this will be over quickly, was all she could think.
    Mia shuffled to the front of the classroom, head down so that she could hide behind her veil of hair. Her eyes met Tom’s as she reached a spot next to his desk. His dark eyes were reassuring and oddly comforting. With an almost imperceptible movement, he gave her a slight nod and her lips curled up in a brief semi-smile. “Showtime,” she said in her head.
    Sky Diving Blues
    Flying high
    a flirtation with the sun
    The slow descent
    to a burned Rome
    The neighborhood hasn’t changed
    She started toward her seat.
    “Mia, stay up here for a second.”
    Inward groan. Great. Tom’s hand was on her shoulder. His touch felt good, oddly comforting.
    “The body of that poem was eighteen words. Twenty-one with the title. Did it rhyme?” The class collectively shook their head no. “Right. It didn’t rhyme. It didn’t go on for pages. Twenty-one words that conveyed very clear emotion and strong imagery. The emotion was honest and raw. That is the level at which I expect everyone in this class to be operating.” He tapped Mia’s shoulder, indicating that she could return to her seat.
    Heading to her seat at the back of the class, Mia longed to be sitting on the floor of her dorm room, her back leaning up against the bed, smoking her bong. Unfortunately, the dorm room she longed for was 3,000 miles away. She felt exiled from what she now understood was her home. Her true home. The place her heart resided. She missed them all so much – Rosie, Henry, Caroline, her dorm mates. She missed him. And she wanted him to miss her – but she knew that was unlikely, since he’d always been CJ’s. Miss me Schooner. Even just a little. Miss me. How could you not?
    Mia wondered when she was going to stop feeling like shit.

Chapter Six
    When Tom found her in another section of the park the next Saturday, Mia was shooting long exposures of a stream. The photos would have a soft ethereal quality due to the length of the