Just realized I essentially slept through Pre-calc today as by the time I get my ass up and dressed and drive over there, It will be half way over. Oooops.

MOAR TIEM FOR NANO-ING FO'SHO!!!

But it is still not good that I slept through class blah blah blah....


Word count: 810

September 1

Abigail, I miss you. I'm not gonna lie. I really, really miss you. Ever since we moved, anywhere I look, I'm reminded of you. Do you ever think of me? Can you? Please...I just wish I knew how you were.

School is dull. Complete bore-zone. The new school district has weird requirements and so I'm really ahead. It feels great being the smart one for once. I don't have any friends yet. Well there is this girl named Mary in my Physics class, but I really don't know...it just seems so wrong to replace you, y'know?

The new house is big. Almost too big. I don't like it. But then I do. I have the whole upstairs to myself. And yeah, it is BEYOND creepy living in the ATTIC...but you know what? I kind of like it. It reminds me of when we used to spend our summers in that treehouse in your backyard. That was so much fun. I don't think I'll ever forget that.

I don't think I'll ever forget you. I miss you. I wish you were here.


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September 4

I was flipping through channels the other day and Star Trek was on. I think that was the only not perfect thing about you. You were a total Trekkie...what a dork.

I tried watching it, but fell asleep. I never could get you.


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September 4 (again, haha!)

Sorry to be writing you so much. I guess I'm just bored. I don't really have any friends. Except Mary. She called me yesterday. Said she wanted to hang out. I told her no. I'm never going to replace you.

I went to the mall instead and bought half a closet worth of clothes. Dad's been pretty lax about giving me money lately. Maybe he feels sorry for me or something?

I'm really bored.


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September 6

Well I guess you want to know why I've been writing you. I mean we both know I'm not the type to just sit down and scribble stuff down.

After everything happened and was all over, Dad and I moved away. We're in Harberston now. We're staying in a two-story house that's too big for just us. I get the whole upstairs and attic to myself. It's strange to have so much room, but it's kinda nice. I feel free here.

So yeah...like we moved and then dad wanted me to see this shrink lady. And I really didn't want to hurt his feelings so I did. Well I am. She said that if I wrote you, it would make me feel better. I don't know how, she kind of spouted out this weird psycho-babble that was insanely bogus, but I was like, whatever I'll try. So I am. And here we are. Me. You. Me writing you. Pretty insane, isn't it?

Anyways, Doctor Jenaway (that's the shrink's name, Kathy Jenaway) told me that if I told you about my everyday life, I would find "inner peace" or some weird hippie emotion. So....here goes.

I wake up at 6. I eat, take a shower, get dressed, pretend that I'm gathering up whatever homework I didn't do, and then go to school. First period is European History. Completely snooze-worthy. Then I'm off to second, which is choir. I basically hate everyone there, no one is near as good at singing as you are. Third is Trig, you know I hate that. Fourth is Physics. That's with Mary. Fifth is Economics...you can imagine how I feel about that. Then Sixth is English. My teacher's a total hack. Thinks he's cool or something. God I hate people like that. Why can't they just get touch with their old generation or something? Just...ugh...I can't even talk about it, y'know?

Of course you know. You know me better than anybody else. You are like my best friend. BFF's forever, right? Remember when we used to walk to school together. We always used to talk about how one day we could drive there. Well now I can. I got my license last week. But it just feels wrong driving to school without you there to talk to and stuff, so I just walk anyways. I know...totally insane, right?

I was thinking of stopping by your house over the weekend, to show you my car and that I could drive without slaying twenty trash cans...but I forgot, you don't live there anymore, do you? It's so weird. We've lived right next to each other since we were kids, and now neither of us are even in that town anymore.

But I'm going to stop this letter now, because me hand is getting tired and stuff. I would e-mail you, but you're e-mail doesn't work. Which really sucks. Maybe I'll type out my next letter and print it out. Whatever, I'm sure I'll figure it out.

Bye.

Also, I appear to have lost my copy of No Plot? No Problem! by Chris Baty and I really kind of need it as NaNo is NOW. Anyone got a spare copy lying around? XD