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A Letter: Part 2

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I woke up to the sound of my mother singing in the shower. For some people they would hate having to listen to their parents singing, I love to listen to my mother. I mean she can't sing, but her voice can tell you that everything is going to be okay.

I dragged my body out of the warm and cozy bed and on into the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror, and I prayed. I probably stood there praying and telling God about everything that was happening except it, for an hour. I hoped he knew that part of the story so I didn't have to say it.

I didn't want to talk to my mother, even though I was late for school. It was already 9:30 AM, and I figured I needed a break. My mom didn't come tell me to get ready for her to drive me in so it didn't matter. I started working on my homework I couldn't concentrate on last night. I tried to tell myself to stop being a baby, but I my eyes kept tearing up.

I kept going to the day it all happened, even though it was the worst day of my life. Everything happened so fast, I knew I couldn't have stopped it, but I knew I could have spotted it happening before it happened.

I stood up once I finished my homework and began to go through my box of junk again. There wasn't much in it anymore, but it didn't matter. I carefully picked up each item and held it close to my heart, as I did with the picture frame last night.

Tear after tear began to fall until I was completely sobbing my heart out. I couldn't make sense of any of this. I couldn't think, I could only breathe. Every part of me ached emotionally and physically.

I tried to move, but I couldn't. My head began to spin, and I just laid down to trying to relax. I closed my eyes gently, and began to hum my favorite tune. It was her favorite tune as well. I wish she would hum to beginning and Id hum to the end.

We're going back in time to the first time I met her.

The morning air was warm, and earthy. I could smell the little earth worms slithery back into the ground waiting for another storm to wash them up. I held my backpack in hand and my purse in the other. In front of me stood this beautiful lanky figure that I didn't recognize among the others. I walked up to her.

"Hi, I'm Katherine. I've never seen you around here before, are you new in town?"

I knew she was pondering, which seemed odd.

"Yea, I guess. I used to live here when I was a baby, but then my family moved away." She paused "I asked them if we could come back, and take the time to smell the roses. They decided we could try, and well that brings us to my first day back here in 13 years."

"I suppose you're 14?" I asked

"Uh huh."

"So what do the roses smell like?"

"We'll have to wait and see."

That's what I liked about her, she was mysterious. It kind of scared me at first because everyone in River Heights is upfront about things. Maybe she was what our town needed at the time.

We walked inside the school together until we reached the Main Office which was where she needed to go. The school didn't like to give students their locker and schedule information until the first day so she needed to get it. Just before she walked away I asked her if she wanted to get something to eat after school. She said yes, and I continued to my locker.

I spun the dial three times, and went to my first number, 32. I spun it once more to the right landing on 10, and lastly spun it left until it came to 12.

I opened my locker, and found a mysterious note. I've never read it, but maybe it's time. I know it's from her, Morgan. I know with out a doubt it was from the girl, it all happened to.


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