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Authors: Stephanie Pokorney
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thing, but for me, it’s a sign.
Starring at the sunshine makes my body feel warm. I’ve been so cold since Bruno’s death, but now, my face feels hot like I’m on a beach in paradise. I walk to my window, pulling the drapes apart. The sun shines down at me through a small piece of glass. My eyes trace over my backyard. The trees look taller and greener, even though it’s still winter. The small pond of water seems weter. The tire swing that no one has used in years looks inviting. My eyes land on a square pile of dirt near the corner of the fence. I hadn’t remembered it being there, my brothers must have dug a hole for some science project. But even that pile of dirt looks nice.
The world is so beautiful without me. That doesn’t make me want to go on not living in it; on the contrary, it makes me want to be part of something so beautiful – adding to it’s pretty.
“Bruno,” I whisper, “I love you even more after death.”
NINE
“Your 2012 Prom Queen is – Saige Callaway!”
My dress swings softly at my hips as I climb the steps onto the stage. My fellow classmates are clapping and whistling, making me feel like I just won the biggest award anyone could imagine.
My English teacher smiles at me, pinning the crown to my blond curls.
“Congratulations, Saige” she says, hugging me.
Below me, I find my brothers and Melanie applauding the loudest in the crowd.
“You look great, girl!” I hear someone call.
“You deserve it!” yelled another.
My smile made my cheeks hurt, but I couldn’t stop. The crowd died down as the Principal approached me, holding a microphone.
“We don’t really let queens make speeches,” Mr. Sarge informs, “but this is a special occasion.” He hands the microphone to me, awaiting my long overdue speech.
I had originally planned a long speech. But now that I’m front of everyone, looking out at their smiling faces, I knew I didn’t have to say anything.
Bruno had won honorary prom king the day before. Our class took a silent vote and decided no one deserved it more than he did. I thought about declining. Bruno wouldn’t have wanted to win under bad pretenses. People usually just vote for someone because they feel sorry that someone is dead; almost like they feel guilty for living. But the changes that have taken place after Bruno’s death weren’t because Bruno died. They were because Bruno lived. The changes my classmates had made in their everyday life were because of what Bruno said to make them think. He changed the way they viewed life. The kids that once sat in the corner hating the world are now the first ones on the dance floor loving every minute of it. The guys that once didn’t get tied to one girl and slept around are now the ones in the most serious relationships. Our High School wasn’t as cliquey the way it used to be. It wasn’t because people just shut up and pretending to get along. They really respected each other and seemed to really find the beauty in one another. It sound’s cliché to say that we learned to stop and smell the roses once Bruno passed, but really, that’s what it was. Life is beautiful. I think we all know that deep down, but it takes some like Bruno to make you really realize it.
“You’re all beautiful,” I say, followed by: “This one’s for Bruno.”
My class goes crazy as a banner drops to the right of the auditorium. Completely covering one wall is a collage of words and pictures. It’s crazy the way each thing is so beautiful separately, but somehow joins together to form an even more beautiful picture. It’s absolutely stunning.
It turns out my brothers have been working on this without me knowing ever since my dad held our family meeting about Bruno’s cancer returning. The project was announced at the fundraiser. Every single student had written or drew something they thought was beautiful. There were typical things like roses, sunsets and big Willow trees; and even not so typical
Starring at the sunshine makes my body feel warm. I’ve been so cold since Bruno’s death, but now, my face feels hot like I’m on a beach in paradise. I walk to my window, pulling the drapes apart. The sun shines down at me through a small piece of glass. My eyes trace over my backyard. The trees look taller and greener, even though it’s still winter. The small pond of water seems weter. The tire swing that no one has used in years looks inviting. My eyes land on a square pile of dirt near the corner of the fence. I hadn’t remembered it being there, my brothers must have dug a hole for some science project. But even that pile of dirt looks nice.
The world is so beautiful without me. That doesn’t make me want to go on not living in it; on the contrary, it makes me want to be part of something so beautiful – adding to it’s pretty.
“Bruno,” I whisper, “I love you even more after death.”
NINE
“Your 2012 Prom Queen is – Saige Callaway!”
My dress swings softly at my hips as I climb the steps onto the stage. My fellow classmates are clapping and whistling, making me feel like I just won the biggest award anyone could imagine.
My English teacher smiles at me, pinning the crown to my blond curls.
“Congratulations, Saige” she says, hugging me.
Below me, I find my brothers and Melanie applauding the loudest in the crowd.
“You look great, girl!” I hear someone call.
“You deserve it!” yelled another.
My smile made my cheeks hurt, but I couldn’t stop. The crowd died down as the Principal approached me, holding a microphone.
“We don’t really let queens make speeches,” Mr. Sarge informs, “but this is a special occasion.” He hands the microphone to me, awaiting my long overdue speech.
I had originally planned a long speech. But now that I’m front of everyone, looking out at their smiling faces, I knew I didn’t have to say anything.
Bruno had won honorary prom king the day before. Our class took a silent vote and decided no one deserved it more than he did. I thought about declining. Bruno wouldn’t have wanted to win under bad pretenses. People usually just vote for someone because they feel sorry that someone is dead; almost like they feel guilty for living. But the changes that have taken place after Bruno’s death weren’t because Bruno died. They were because Bruno lived. The changes my classmates had made in their everyday life were because of what Bruno said to make them think. He changed the way they viewed life. The kids that once sat in the corner hating the world are now the first ones on the dance floor loving every minute of it. The guys that once didn’t get tied to one girl and slept around are now the ones in the most serious relationships. Our High School wasn’t as cliquey the way it used to be. It wasn’t because people just shut up and pretending to get along. They really respected each other and seemed to really find the beauty in one another. It sound’s cliché to say that we learned to stop and smell the roses once Bruno passed, but really, that’s what it was. Life is beautiful. I think we all know that deep down, but it takes some like Bruno to make you really realize it.
“You’re all beautiful,” I say, followed by: “This one’s for Bruno.”
My class goes crazy as a banner drops to the right of the auditorium. Completely covering one wall is a collage of words and pictures. It’s crazy the way each thing is so beautiful separately, but somehow joins together to form an even more beautiful picture. It’s absolutely stunning.
It turns out my brothers have been working on this without me knowing ever since my dad held our family meeting about Bruno’s cancer returning. The project was announced at the fundraiser. Every single student had written or drew something they thought was beautiful. There were typical things like roses, sunsets and big Willow trees; and even not so typical
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