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that the doctors wanted her to start her treatment on Monday. Seth’s face flashed several expressions, anger and worry being the most prevalent. Whit could tell he felt sorry for her and her situation, but it clearly angered him that she had agreed to go to this special hospital. There was no way to change that, and she thought maybe it was better that way. She didn’t say anything then, but moved on to her next class, trying to decide how to do it.
When she spotted him going to cross country after school, she thought it was the perfect time.
“Hey Seth, wait up!” she called.
“So, this is it?” he asked, even though he knew it was. “You’re not coming to practice, I guess. I’ll miss you,” he said, grabbing Whit and hugging her tightly.
“I’ll miss you too,” she whispered in his ear. “But I’ll be back to visit Mona and Luke, so maybe we can still hang out some time?” Another good bye was all she could think. He was a good guy and might have become a good friend, if she’d been different.
“Yeah, that sounds like a plan.” Then he whispered, “I wanted to say thank you for the other day. You really saved my butt.” Whit hugged him once more before waving a last goodbye and heading toward her bike.
She peddled home and thought over how many friends she had been forced to leave behind in the past six months. First in California, now here. There hadn’t been time for her to really get to know Seth and maybe that was for the best. Maybe it would make going to Maverick easier, but she still felt the loss of another friend.
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Whit had already started packing, but it felt like an overwhelming task. Maverick's office had sent her a list of things to bring along with her, a list of classes offered, and information on her roommate. She looked over it as she packed. Nalini Barton was her name. The information listed her as a sophomore. That was it. Whit wondered what her gift was, and what she was like. Maybe the school paired up students with the same gift so they could help each other. That made sense. She guessed she would have to wait and see.
She glanced over the packing list for the hundredth time. The categories on the list were clothing (like she would forget that), bedding, computer, and toiletries. The sheet noted that televisions were not allowed in rooms, but one was provided by the school in the dorm’s common area. Posters and decorative items or trinkets were allowed, if kept to a reasonable amount. Whit looked around her room. What decorative items or trinkets did she want to take with her? Definitely a couple of pictures of her parents, and also one of Mona and Luke. There was the little jewelry box that her mom had given her for her fifteenth birthday, and the stuffed elephant she kept on her bed. It was a souvenir from one of her family’s many trips to the zoo when she was little. That was really all she needed or wanted with her, she thought.
Packing the jewelry box and stuffed elephant caused m emories of her parents hit her like a ton of bricks. She had moments where the pain subsided and she could live almost normally. But there were moments, like now, that sucked the air from her lungs and made her feel like she would die from sadness. The past couple of days had kept Whit’s mind so full and busy that the grief had been dulled. Now it was back with a vengeance. She covered her face and cried quietly, not wanting Mona to hear. Mona would try to comfort her and it would cause her aunt more pain. Whit knew she missed her sister and had caught her crying several times, although Mona always tried to cover it with the excuse of a sad movie or weepy commercial. After she finished packing, Whit finally felt like she had her emotions back under control enough to go downstairs to eat.
At dinner, Mona went over the plan for the weekend. On Saturday they’d spend some time together, shopping and hanging out, just the three of them. Then on Sunday,
When she spotted him going to cross country after school, she thought it was the perfect time.
“Hey Seth, wait up!” she called.
“So, this is it?” he asked, even though he knew it was. “You’re not coming to practice, I guess. I’ll miss you,” he said, grabbing Whit and hugging her tightly.
“I’ll miss you too,” she whispered in his ear. “But I’ll be back to visit Mona and Luke, so maybe we can still hang out some time?” Another good bye was all she could think. He was a good guy and might have become a good friend, if she’d been different.
“Yeah, that sounds like a plan.” Then he whispered, “I wanted to say thank you for the other day. You really saved my butt.” Whit hugged him once more before waving a last goodbye and heading toward her bike.
She peddled home and thought over how many friends she had been forced to leave behind in the past six months. First in California, now here. There hadn’t been time for her to really get to know Seth and maybe that was for the best. Maybe it would make going to Maverick easier, but she still felt the loss of another friend.
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Whit had already started packing, but it felt like an overwhelming task. Maverick's office had sent her a list of things to bring along with her, a list of classes offered, and information on her roommate. She looked over it as she packed. Nalini Barton was her name. The information listed her as a sophomore. That was it. Whit wondered what her gift was, and what she was like. Maybe the school paired up students with the same gift so they could help each other. That made sense. She guessed she would have to wait and see.
She glanced over the packing list for the hundredth time. The categories on the list were clothing (like she would forget that), bedding, computer, and toiletries. The sheet noted that televisions were not allowed in rooms, but one was provided by the school in the dorm’s common area. Posters and decorative items or trinkets were allowed, if kept to a reasonable amount. Whit looked around her room. What decorative items or trinkets did she want to take with her? Definitely a couple of pictures of her parents, and also one of Mona and Luke. There was the little jewelry box that her mom had given her for her fifteenth birthday, and the stuffed elephant she kept on her bed. It was a souvenir from one of her family’s many trips to the zoo when she was little. That was really all she needed or wanted with her, she thought.
Packing the jewelry box and stuffed elephant caused m emories of her parents hit her like a ton of bricks. She had moments where the pain subsided and she could live almost normally. But there were moments, like now, that sucked the air from her lungs and made her feel like she would die from sadness. The past couple of days had kept Whit’s mind so full and busy that the grief had been dulled. Now it was back with a vengeance. She covered her face and cried quietly, not wanting Mona to hear. Mona would try to comfort her and it would cause her aunt more pain. Whit knew she missed her sister and had caught her crying several times, although Mona always tried to cover it with the excuse of a sad movie or weepy commercial. After she finished packing, Whit finally felt like she had her emotions back under control enough to go downstairs to eat.
At dinner, Mona went over the plan for the weekend. On Saturday they’d spend some time together, shopping and hanging out, just the three of them. Then on Sunday,
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