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Two friends reminisce and reflect over their friendship while on the road to kill one's ex-boyfriend.

Emily was usually non chalant, even Spok like at times so it felt kinda weird seeing her like this. 

Hysterically crying, snot all in her nose with tears running down her face, eyes plump and red. She's grabbing tissue 

after tissue, trying to talk between the sobs. 

"But...how...could...this...? I thought I loved him so much...ah I don't...these feelings,why??? Everything was going so 

well...I thought..we both were happy."

I tried to go over and comfort her. I'm not a touchy feely person in general, so I just patted her back lightly. It didn't 

look like it was, so I didn't want to lie to her and say "everythings gonna be alright". 

So we just sat like that for a minute or two. Her crying, spewing out semi coherent combinations of letters, sounding like 

a drunk 5 year old. Me, sitting at an angle patting her back like she was a stranger, with an intense look on my face lost 

in my own thoughts trying to find the exaxt words for the situation.

It was silence that broke my concentration. I noticed my pats had turned into light fingertip rubbing on her middle back. 

I stopped. She sat there, blank yet contemplative. 

"I don't understand the emotions I'm experiencing right now."

"Mayb-." 

"It wasn't meant for discussion. Excuse me." 

She rose up and walked into the kitchen. She poured some lemonade into a canteen like container and put some cookies in a 

bag. She grabbed her purse off the couch and walked towards the door. 

I stood up. 

She turned to me and her tone was very matter of fact. 

"Not sure if you wanted to tag along or not."

"Where are we going?"

"I'm going to my ex boyfriends house. I'm going to shoot him. I can't reciprocate this same pain in the emotional sense 

that I'm feeling, so I'll have to inflict it physically."

I searched her face for a crease, any crease or wrinkle or squint that looked like it could be entertaining a smile 

beneath it, hinting that she was kidding. 

Nothing. Solid as stone. 

In that moment my heart pace quickened and images of Emily and I's friendship flashed through my head. It wasn't long, 

seeing as we had only become friends this past summer. But were the random adventures and late night phone conversations 

that drifted between strange, serious, and silly, worth becoming a potential accessory to murder? 

I looked around the kitchen and just took it all in. Emily's kitchen was so cozy and inviting. Her house in general felt 

more like home than my own. I looked down at my feet and shuffled around some. 

I remember going to his house once, it was a long drive. 

"Let me use the restroom before we go."  

The first few minutes we rode in silence. one memory kept replaying itself. Our first one. 

The School Bell rang and the kids all scurry to their seats, some still chatting, while others goofed off. The instructor 

pulled out a folder of papers and began explaining that he would be substituting for Mrs.Delphy this summer, seeing as she 

had contracted a case of Malaria while on a saffari expedition during her honeymoon. I wasn't particulary looking forward 

to spending my summer with Luna anyway; due to our frequent after school visits, we had somewhat reached a first name 

basis (at least in my head). I didn't mind her absence but illness is something I wished on no one, so I said a prayer of 

speedy recovery for her under my breath. The only thing that struck me as odd was the word "honeymoon". Who would be 

pyschotic enough to chain their life with Luna! I chuckled to myself. 

The replacement instructor looked like he would fit into Luna's role well. He was a jaded... whatever. Insert writer, 

actor, painter, trampezist, some form of artist. He had a look about him that said whatever he had set out to accomplish 

never came into fruitation, but he still carried around the shell of the defered dream which had manifested into a big 

chip on his shoulder. He pulled off the "I really don't care what becomes of any of you but I need this paycheck to fund 

my cigarrette and coffee habit, so until my novel get's published I'll suck it up" look, well.  

"Ok. Roll Call." He sighed, rubbed his beard, and began looking over the name sheet. 

The girl beside me raised her hand without looking up from the "Teen Beat" magazine she was reading.

"Donna Abaaba." She said it like it had no meaning to her, like something she needed to get out of the way.

The sub just looked at her. "Ookay." He checked her name off. 

Donna put down her arm and flipped her page. 

I think she was just used to being called first all the time. 

He continued on....

"Brianna Agler? Don Cozier? ..."

As interesting as his lack of enthusiaism was, I couldn't keep focus. I couldn't help but be consumed with how I managed 

to wind up back in summer school. I considered myself a decent student, the work wasn't challenging...if anything I was 

bored. But that seemed to be the problem, I was so bored till I couldn't even bring myself to do any work. 

"Freddrick Howler? Issac Sumnter? Marla Green?"

It wasn't just academics, I found life in general underwhelming majority of the time. I wasn't depressed. At least I 

didn't think so. 

"Paul Meeks? Sara Glassford? Sasha Jones? Hmm, I went to school with a girl named Sasha Jones." 

The sub glanced over at an African American girl. The girl was busy talking to someone behind her. He called out again.

"Sasha Jones?" 

Again, the girl paid no mind. The sub went to mark an X by the name until a fair skinned, blonde Caucasin girl cleared her 

throat from across the room and raised her hand.

The sub raised his eyebrows,"hmm guess I haven't been keeping up with the Jones'."

"Katie Harper? Chris Fields? Tommy Marks?"

I flipped through a book while he finished up. It was a photograph book of exotic places around the world. I always wanted 

to be anywhere but here. I was almost sure I missed my name, I noticed a few names back that the sub threw alphabetical 

order out the window.

"Kenneth Trout? Monica Goines?"

I was lost in the photos until he called out......

"And last but not least, Emily Ulysses."

I don't know what it was, maybe the way the sound waves vibrated through my osicles and hit my ear drum. Or maybe I sensed 

her pheromones but the name itself made me look up and around. Who was this Emily Ulysses?

I turned and looked around the classroom, no hand rose up. I turned back to face the teacher and there she was. I'm not 

quite sure how to put into words that it wasn't physical, but I was chemically attracted to this person. I wanted to know, 

learn, and be around her.   

She handed the sub a transfer form, she was new. He told her to take any seat. There was an empty one on the side of me. 

She opted for the one by White Sasha instead. 

Without being creepy, throughout the morning I would steal glances of Emily Ulysses. I can't quite put my finger on it, 

still can't to this day but there was something "off" about her. Was it her ability to appear in deep thought while still 

looking disinterested? Maybe it was how she smiled at things that went unnoticed to others. A boy's pencil slid off his 

desk, the student behind him unknowingly kicked it to the side. A mini timed quiz was administered, the boy could only 

look around for his instrument, never getting a chance to attempt the quiz. Emily chuckled at this. I did too. I noticed 

other oddities about her throughout the day, guess I wasn't inconspicuous enough though because after class she walked up 

to me and said, "I noticed you looking at me but I'm not creeped out." 

I shuffled my feet around, "I wasn't loo-"

"Yes you were. But it's ok. I'm sure you already know my name is Emily. Yours?" 

Her frankness delighted yet scared the daylight outta me. I couldn't even get my name out properly. I stumbled, fumbled, 

and stuttered over the "K-k-k-k" part enough that she just laughed it off. I blurted out some words, not even sure what 

they were.

"It's cool, I'll just call you K.T." 

She looked down at my book.

"I have the same one. It's my escape."

I looked over at her, still stone faced, focusing only on the road. I wished we were on the way to one of the places in my 

picture book. Instead we were headed to a place of no return. Our friendship wouldn't be the same after this. 

Fifteen minutes into the ride there was no talking, we just blasted 'Queen'. Freddie Mercury was just about to break it 

down in "Somebody to Love" when Emily turned down the music. 

"The first day of summer school was interesting. I met Clay that day. He was at soccer or track practice, I don't remember 

which. I just loved his all american look, I felt he could fix me."

I sighed out loud. Our memories of that day were so disparate.  

"I should've sat by you."

My heart raced, turns out they weren't. 

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