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A Chapter by kirsten

I thought about what jumping into the water would feel like, about how good it would feel for the water to fill my lungs and all of this searing pain in my chest to be released. For the first time ever I thought about what it would feel like to die. I remember having a conversation with Jesse about death. We talked for hours one night about how if one of us died the other would live their life with the happy memories and not the regret or pain. At the time I had agreed but now I don't know why, I wish I would have crossed my fingers or told him I couldn't promise anything. Because ever sense Jesse left me, left me here on earth while he floated of to the bright colorful stars, the only thing I want is to be with him.



4 years earlier

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I have big brown eyes and puffy curly hair, my face is spotted with freckles and my body is in the process of growing, I weigh 107 pounds and I am 5'4. My outfit doesn't match and I have no makeup on. My shorts aren't like the other girls who are wearing shorts that look like they are made for 7 year old's. I'm the only girl that isn't holding hands with a boy or in a group with a bunch of friends. I'm alone. I have a book on my lap and earphones in my ears. I'm not listing to rap or anything that is appealing to an average 8th grader, I'm listing to classical music.

Across the school yard is a boy, I can't help but stare at him. His hair is jet black and hangs over one eye. Like me, he has earphones in his ears and hes also alone. His name is Jesse. He is new at Bridge-mot Middle school and is in 3 of my 6 classes. He is quiet and always drawing. I saw his notebook one time when I walked to the front of the class, its covered is pictures of whacked up stars and stoked smiley faces. He saw me looking and quickly covered it.

To say that I had a crush on Jesse would be an understatement, I was invigorated by him. The way his eyes would squint when he was thinking, how when he smiled his lips went crooked, the way his foot tapped to his music, how angelic his voice sounded. All of these things were just the very outer core of Jesse, I wanted to know every part of Jesse. I wanted to know his dreams, his wishes, his fears, his hopes, Everything.



© 2010 kirsten


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The second chapter turned out very nice. I enjoy the detail and how you already see a connection between the two people.

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kirsten
kirsten

Perry, MI



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Hello, I'm Kirsten and I am 17 years old. When i write it's to let my feelings out, because writing is really the only way I know how to do so. So my stories and poems and journals are basically a map.. more..

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