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It was a cold day, especially for fall. As it got chillier, i held on tighter to myself, clenching the sleeves on my old worn hoodie tautly. The injudicious way the girl looked at me was really starting to piss me off. She was dressed tomboyish. Not girly, necessarily, but definitely not like me. I'm wearing Mikey's shirt, an old hoodie, and jeans. Nothing special. But she was wicked looking. I don't know why, but she was wearing fingerless gloves. Lot of good she'd get out of those things.

The band T-shirt was of one i have never in my life heard of. And i've heard of a lot of bands. The plaid skirt was short, short enough i could see the pale exposed thighs. I imagine this girl is immune to cool weather.

"Who is it." I said it more as a statement than a question. All she did was looking at me like i was insane.

"You've never heard of  The Smashing Pumpkins?" I shake my head. But she shocked me. "You had to've. The world is a vampire. . . " And i began to smile. "See? I knew it. You just look like a smart one."

"It's an older song though, right?" She nodded. "So what's your name?"

"Emmelia." Then nudged her head towards me, as if to say, 'and you?'

"Michellen." Em began to giggle. {yes. i gave her a nickname already.} "Yes. As in, it sounds like the tire company. Everyone calls me Elley though." Okay. I'll explain a little further.

I go to school in a rural town, with a lot of rude people. It’s nice to see someone dress similar to me, with music interests similar to me.

“Are you new?” Her quick nod told me she was.

“So, Ell, what’s your story?”

“What do you mean?”

“Everyone has a story. Why they are the way they are. Mine is that I don’t get along with anyone in my family, we move a lot, I get yelled all the time. Blah blah. You?”

“I’m different, I guess. The black sheep. And I spend a lot of time by myself, in my room. I draw a lot. Like to sing, write.”

We talked until the bus came, 30 minutes late. It was warm on the bus, and we sat near each other, but there weren’t any open right by one another. At lunch we talked all period. Neither of us has really ever had any friends.

“You wanna hang out at my place?”

And it went from there. We were best friends, until she told me the truth. I couldn’t handle it, I still can’t. Good bye, and all love goes to her. I think she’ll figure out why it had to happen like this.

That was the note she left behind when she disappeared  last June. It’s August now, and I woke up early. We met in August. It’s chilly, so I grabbed the same blue hoodie I wore two years ago. I didn’t know she loved me, not until she was gone. And the fact that we couldn’t have been happy, not really happy, saddens me. I walked past the bus stop to the cemetery behind my house.

She always would meet me here after school was out. We just talked the whole way back to her house on Fridays. I miss her. I don’t know where she’s at, and it hurts.

But they say goodbye is never forever. But for her, it is. She’s not coming back. There were times when I was sitting right next to her and she wouldn’t realize. She couldn’t see me, lost in her own world. Sometimes I knew where she was when she disappeared. She would go to the woods, and maybe stay out there for days, starving. Then when she came back, would need help catching herself up to speed in reality. But she’s too far gone this time.

I’ll leave her be, won’t try to find her this time. It’s useless.  But I’ll keep loving her, Continue to hope that Emmilia will return to me one day.

Description
It was a cold day, especially for fall. As it got chillier, i held on tighter to myself, clenching the sleeves on my old worn hoodie tautly. The injudicious way the girl looked at me was really starting to piss me off. She was dressed tomboyish. Not girly, necessarily, but definitely not like me. I'm wearing Mikey's shirt, an old hoodie, and jeans. Nothing special. But she was wicked looking. I don't know why, but she was wearing fingerless gloves. Lot of good she'd get out of those things.

The band T-shirt was of one i have never in my life heard of. And i've heard of a lot of bands. The plaid skirt was short, short enough i could see the pale exposed thighs. I imagine this girl is immune to cool weather.

"Who is it." I said it more as a statement than a question. All she did was looking at me like i was insane.

"You've never heard of  The Smashing Pumpkins?" I shake my head. But she shocked me. "You had to've. The world is a vampire. . . " And i began to smile. "See? I knew it. You just look like a smart one."

"It's an older song though, right?" She nodded. "So what's your name?"

"Emmelia." Then nudged her head towards me, as if to say, 'and you?'

"Michellen." Em began to giggle. {yes. i gave her a nickname already.} "Yes. As in, it sounds like the tire company. Everyone calls me Elley though." Okay. I'll explain a little further.

I go to school in a rural town, with a lot of rude people. It’s nice to see someone dress similar to me, with music interests similar to me.

“Are you new?” Her quick nod told me she was.

“So, Ell, what’s your story?”

“What do you mean?”

“Everyone has a story. Why they are the way they are. Mine is that I don’t get along with anyone in my family, we move a lot, I get yelled all the time. Blah blah. You?”

“I’m different, I guess. The black sheep. And I spend a lot of time by myself, in my room. I draw a lot. Like to sing, write.”

We talked until the bus came, 30 minutes late. It was warm on the bus, and we sat near each other, but there weren’t any open right by one another. At lunch we talked all period. Neither of us has really ever had any friends.

“You wanna hang out at my place?”

And it went from there. We were best friends, until she told me the truth. I couldn’t handle it, I still can’t. Good bye, and all love goes to her. I think she’ll figure out why it had to happen like this.

That was the note she left behind when she disappeared  last June. It’s August now, and I woke up early. We met in August. It’s chilly, so I grabbed the same blue hoodie I wore two years ago. I didn’t know she loved me, not until she was gone. And the fact that we couldn’t have been happy, not really happy, saddens me. I walked past the bus stop to the cemetery behind my house.

She always would meet me here after school was out. We just talked the whole way back to her house on Fridays. I miss her. I don’t know where she’s at, and it hurts.

But they say goodbye is never forever. But for her, it is. She’s not coming back. There were times when I was sitting right next to her and she wouldn’t realize. She couldn’t see me, lost in her own world. Sometimes I knew where she was when she disappeared. She would go to the woods, and maybe stay out there for days, starving. Then when she came back, would need help catching herself up to speed in reality. But she’s too far gone this time.

I’ll leave her be, won’t try to find her this time. It’s useless.  But I’ll keep loving her, Continue to hope that Emmilia will return to me one day.