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from?”
“Washington,” I
reply.
“Would you like to tell
the class a little about yourself?” she asks.
“Um, there’s really not
much to say,” I admit, “but sure, I guess I can say something.”
Everyone’s eyes are on me. I take a deep breath, and start. “Well,
I’m Emaline, like Mrs. Tsugane said. My parents and I just moved
here from Washington. I like to write poetry, play tennis, oh, and
I’m really big into indie rock music.” I must sound like a complete
nerd to them. There are a few snickers from the back of the room,
but Victoria is grinning at me.
In the hall, walking to
our next class, Victoria turns to me and says, “You and I, we’re
going to get along just fine!”
That strikes me as odd,
but it is a good thing. It looks like I have already made a friend.
Victoria and I have lunch together, along with a few of her other
friends. I’m tongue-tied at first around all the new people, but
they are super nice to me. In time, I start to open up. Victoria
ends up inviting me over to her house after school to hang out, so
after school, I drive us to her house. Once we are there, I realize
that we only live a few blocks away from each other.
“I just live a few blocks
down the road,” I say to her, pointing in the direction of my
house.
“Oh, that was you guys
that bought the house?” she stares at me in disbelief. “Did the
realtor tell you what happened to the family that owned it before
you?” She looks down at the ground and kicks a rock that is lying
in the driveway.
“ No, not that I heard.
Why, what happened?” I’m not sure that I want to know the answer to
that question.
“Well, there was this boy
in our grade, his name was Koah. He committed suicide, at the
school, actually. Mr. Breymann found him lying on the bathroom
floor in a pool of blood. After his death, his parents couldn’t
bear to live in the house anymore, so they moved away. I guess the
memories were just too hard for them to deal with.”
I stare at her wide-eyed,
horrified. What if I have the same bedroom as he did? Could I even
deal with that? I wish that Victoria hadn’t told me what
happened.
“I don’t want to freak you
out further, but the locker you have at school, it used to be
his.”
Oh, great, another
connection to this dead boy. Why can’t things just be
normal?
Victoria sees how
uncomfortable I am about these revelations. “I’m sorry. I guess I
should have kept my big mouth shut. Don’t worry about it. It’s got
nothing to do with you. It’s not like he’s haunting the house or
the school. C’mon, let’s go inside and get something to eat, then
you can look through my music collection!”
I do my best to put the
thoughts out of my head. It isn’t so easy though. Those words end
up echoing in my mind all night long. I have a hard time sleeping,
when I finally do manage to fall asleep, my dreams are haunted by a
beautiful boy; a boy I have never seen before.
As I pick Victoria up for
school the next day, I ask her, “What did Koah look
like?”
She eyes me suspiciously.
“Why do you ask?”
I explain the dream to her
with as much detail as I can remember. Her mouth hangs open once I
am done.
“We need to go to the
library as soon as we get to school,” she declares. “I need to show
you something.”
After we get to school, we
head immediately to the library. Once inside, Victoria heads for a
shelf that houses all of the school yearbooks. She pulls one off
the shelf and starts flipping through it. Once she has found the
page she’s looking for, she holds it up to me, her finger pointing
to one of the photos. “Is this the boy you saw?”
I nod, my mouth hanging
open. “Who is that?” I whisper.
“That’s Koah,” she
replies, barely comprehending the fact that he had invaded my
dreams.
I am horrified. “How could
that even happen? I’ve never seen him before in my life. I didn’t
know who he was until you told me about him!”
“I… I don’t know what
“Washington,” I
reply.
“Would you like to tell
the class a little about yourself?” she asks.
“Um, there’s really not
much to say,” I admit, “but sure, I guess I can say something.”
Everyone’s eyes are on me. I take a deep breath, and start. “Well,
I’m Emaline, like Mrs. Tsugane said. My parents and I just moved
here from Washington. I like to write poetry, play tennis, oh, and
I’m really big into indie rock music.” I must sound like a complete
nerd to them. There are a few snickers from the back of the room,
but Victoria is grinning at me.
In the hall, walking to
our next class, Victoria turns to me and says, “You and I, we’re
going to get along just fine!”
That strikes me as odd,
but it is a good thing. It looks like I have already made a friend.
Victoria and I have lunch together, along with a few of her other
friends. I’m tongue-tied at first around all the new people, but
they are super nice to me. In time, I start to open up. Victoria
ends up inviting me over to her house after school to hang out, so
after school, I drive us to her house. Once we are there, I realize
that we only live a few blocks away from each other.
“I just live a few blocks
down the road,” I say to her, pointing in the direction of my
house.
“Oh, that was you guys
that bought the house?” she stares at me in disbelief. “Did the
realtor tell you what happened to the family that owned it before
you?” She looks down at the ground and kicks a rock that is lying
in the driveway.
“ No, not that I heard.
Why, what happened?” I’m not sure that I want to know the answer to
that question.
“Well, there was this boy
in our grade, his name was Koah. He committed suicide, at the
school, actually. Mr. Breymann found him lying on the bathroom
floor in a pool of blood. After his death, his parents couldn’t
bear to live in the house anymore, so they moved away. I guess the
memories were just too hard for them to deal with.”
I stare at her wide-eyed,
horrified. What if I have the same bedroom as he did? Could I even
deal with that? I wish that Victoria hadn’t told me what
happened.
“I don’t want to freak you
out further, but the locker you have at school, it used to be
his.”
Oh, great, another
connection to this dead boy. Why can’t things just be
normal?
Victoria sees how
uncomfortable I am about these revelations. “I’m sorry. I guess I
should have kept my big mouth shut. Don’t worry about it. It’s got
nothing to do with you. It’s not like he’s haunting the house or
the school. C’mon, let’s go inside and get something to eat, then
you can look through my music collection!”
I do my best to put the
thoughts out of my head. It isn’t so easy though. Those words end
up echoing in my mind all night long. I have a hard time sleeping,
when I finally do manage to fall asleep, my dreams are haunted by a
beautiful boy; a boy I have never seen before.
As I pick Victoria up for
school the next day, I ask her, “What did Koah look
like?”
She eyes me suspiciously.
“Why do you ask?”
I explain the dream to her
with as much detail as I can remember. Her mouth hangs open once I
am done.
“We need to go to the
library as soon as we get to school,” she declares. “I need to show
you something.”
After we get to school, we
head immediately to the library. Once inside, Victoria heads for a
shelf that houses all of the school yearbooks. She pulls one off
the shelf and starts flipping through it. Once she has found the
page she’s looking for, she holds it up to me, her finger pointing
to one of the photos. “Is this the boy you saw?”
I nod, my mouth hanging
open. “Who is that?” I whisper.
“That’s Koah,” she
replies, barely comprehending the fact that he had invaded my
dreams.
I am horrified. “How could
that even happen? I’ve never seen him before in my life. I didn’t
know who he was until you told me about him!”
“I… I don’t know what
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