A fiction story detailing the strange friendship between a social outcast and an amiable, mysterious girl with jade eyes - and a horrible secret.
Dawn came like the strike of a snake. I didn't want to wake up that morning. There was nothing much to live for. I'd never feel so lonely or depressed in my life to come. It sucked not having any friends, getting bad grades, not having parents who care I could go on and on about what I didn't have. I lifted myself up into a sitting position on my brown colored bed. I was cold. There was this cooler that pointed straight into my room, keeping it at 40 or cooler. My parents could care less if I froze to death in my sleep so they never bothered to buy me sheets, not that they couldn't afford them. Having no sheets I slept with a jacket, which still didnt help much.
It was summer, the beginning of summer, I mean. We were still in school. I hated school. Everything that hurt me was there. People always kept their distance from me, like I had some sort of really contagious disease. I hated it. I hated it all. It really sucked to go through a day when not a single teenage soul showed you a sign of their knowledge of your existence.
In my spare time, though, I tried not to think about my troubles. I looked at magazines, comics, and spent some time at video arcades just trying to forget my problems. They couldn't hurt me like people did. For the first time in a long time I decided to go to the mall. Why'd I go to the mall? To this day I cant answer that question, but I did.
So I went with about twenty bucks, not that that was worth much. There weren't very many interesting stores. Just dumb stores like clothing stores with nice shoes and everything. It really made no sense to buy nice clothes for everyone to look at when they didn't like you. The video game stores didnt sport very much either. I sighed as I was about to leave through the portal of despair they called Exit. Before I could take my first step, though, a girl stood in front of me, becoming an obstacle in the way of an unwanted fate. She just stood there with an annoying smile on her face. I knew who she was. Her short brown hair and green eyes made it impossible not to recognize her. Her name was Clarissa Wright, a popular girl at school. Most people called her Jade, though.
She was well known for her green eyes; they looked more precious than jade. Her green eyes didnt interest me. I was trying to get somewhere and she was in my way.
You go to my school dont you? she asked me with an even bigger smile than before.
Um, umyour name isuhZack, right? Zack OHamoger, right?
What do you want? I asked with an annoyed tone.
Youre mean! she exclaimed, then giggled.
I just wanted you to help me choose something.
I started walking the other direction, but she went in front of me again.
Oh, come on! Dont avoid me! Im just wanting a little help, was the best thing she could muster to change my mind.
Surprisingly it worked.
Alright, whatever, I agreed, but dont go taking me to some dumb girls store with glitter and everything.
Uh-huh, rightno problem. Come on!
She grabbed my arm and pulled me into a jewelry store and asked me whether she should get a necklace or a bracelet. I really didnt know what to choose, so I looked at them carefully and chose what looked nice to me. I chose the necklace. I thought to myself as she nodded and told the jeweler which one she wanted. Did I just make her look any better or make her more popular? I thought. Suddenly the mood lightened, like the sunrise of the first Arctic day. I dont know why I suddenly felt a dash of happiness, but it really felt good.
Why are you being so nice to me? I asked her as she paid for her item.
II dont really know, but Ive never hated you, soits not really all that weird, she responded.
My mind went blank for a second. I was in shock. I always thought everyone hated me or just were embarrassed to be around me. Everywhere I went, there was at least seven feet between me and the closest person. It hurt to see that, to experience that, to feel that. I felt a kind of tingle in my stomach. I was nervous. Man, someones actually okay with me. I thought.
Usually people stay away from me, but I still cant understand why youre not, I told her as we left the store.
Well, if you dont understand now, I guess youll understand later, was her response to that.
I didnt know what else to say or do, so thats just what I told her,
I dont know what to say.
Call me Claire, she suggested.
At the moment I didnt know she meant to have me say it, so I kept quiet.
Im happy, even though Clarissa isnt here, at school, today. I hope shes okay, I wouldnt want her to be hurt or anything. Everybodys acting weird today.
I woke up the day after and thought about a dream I just had. It was way too simple. My hand was reaching into a dark place and that was the end. I couldnt understand what was going on. I just put it to the side and got ready for school.
Clarissa was at school that day. She still said hi and how are you? to me. I expected her to ignore me and go on with the day, but she didnt. After school, I met her at the corner of our schools eastern-facing street.
Hey, Zack! How are you? she asked.
Uh, fineare you okay? I asked her.
What? she asked with a confused look on her face.
Werent you sick yesterday? I asked.
No, I was with you at the mall yesterday, remember? she told me.
What was going on? We had school yesterday. I thought. I mustve dreamed that yesterday happened at schoolwhy wasnt she there?
I mustve dreamed it, I said to her.
Oh, well its okay. Uhlets go home, okay? she asked.
Uh, yeah. Wait, I dont know where you live. I pointed out to her.
Thats why youre walking with me, silly. Dont worry, though, I live pretty close to you. She told me.
Really? I never knew.
She lived a lot closer than I thought, just a few blocks away from me. Actually, she was only a block away. While we walked home we talked. We got to know each other better. Not like they do in soap operas, just a friend to friend thing. After getting to know her better, I still didnt understand why she was hanging around with me.
Why are you hanging out with me? I asked her.
I havent given you a straight answer yet, have I? she noticed.
Well Im kind of looking for the good qualities in guys. You know, the things that drive a guy into a relationship, besides sex. I thought Id find them in someone like you. I was right, too. Youre really nice. I think youll be a good friend in the long run. Youre not like other guys. You really try just to be nice instead of trying to satisfy your desires. With all that stuff youve been through, you could really use a friend to share your feelings with.
Wow was the whisper I came up with.
She was serious, dead serious! She wasnt playing a game with me. I thought. I started to think about the dream again. It troubled me. Why wasnt she there. I wanted her to be my friend forever. I wanted to keep her, not let her go.
Youll always be my friend, right? I asked her.
Of course.
She let me into her house and introduced me to her parents.
Mom, Dad, this is Zack OHamoger. He goes to my school.
O, Mrs. Wright started, its such a pleasure to meet you! Ive wanted to meet you for so long! O, Clarissa has told me so much about you and
Lee-Ann, Mr. Wright interrupted, dont scare him off! Hi, its a pleasure to meet you. How about we let you step more than two steps into the house, huh? he asked noticing that I hadnt moved from the front porch.
Sure, I guess, was my answer?
So I went in and Clarissa led me upstairs to go to her room. Her brother came out of his room to find out where all the noise was coming from. Seeing me and his sister holding on to my arm he said,
Whatre you gonna do, make out?
I dunno. Shes the one pulling me, I told him.
He grinned, then said,
My names Craig, whats going on?
I had to think a little bit about what to say back to him. No ones ever asked me that question before. I started to wonder if Id ever heard the answer to that question on TV. Yes, I did! I realized I was supposed to say,
Nothing much.
Cool, was all he said before going back to his room.
Zack, over here, Clarissa signaled to me.
I followed her to her room. I looked around. Her walls were blue, her closet was blue, her bed sheets were green, her carpet light blue, and many other things were blue. It was definitely better looking than my room. She told me to have a seat on her chair, as she went through her dresser.
Remember the necklace I bought at the mall yesterday? she asked me.
How could I forget? I thought.
Yeah, of course, I answered her.
Well, I really needed to have a necklace for this to be put on, she told me as she took out an amulet from her jewelry box.
It had a nice diamond shape to it. It was made of gold and had a sapphire piece on it.
My grandma gave it to me before she died. She told me as long as I had the amulet that Id be happy. I thought that was weird because she didnt seem too happy when she was dyeing even with the amulet on. I later realized that she meant that when I was sad or lonely, that if I had the amulet on I would remember her and I wouldnt be alone anymore. It really worked, too.
For someone so popular, I thought, she sure seems to be tuned in to the real world. She isnt like other girls. Shes down to Earth, the most serious girl Ive ever met.
You know, I started to tell her, youre really down to Earth. I never knew girls could be so serious and not so ditzy.
She laughed.
Youre surprised that Im so serious? Guys are the ones that are mostly immature! she told me.
I know that, but guys arent ditzy. Most girls are, though.
You really dont know much about girls.
It had been a few days since Clarissa and I had become friends. She introduced me to her friends, who didnt really accept me, and got people to stop messing with me. People started talking to me at school. People even started helping me out with homework and stuff like that. Man, it was really happening, slowly, but happening. I kind of liked it.
Im sad today. Clarissas not at school today. I wonder if Im dreaming again. I am. The dreams going away and another one coming. My hands reaching into a dark room. I hit a door. I open it, and Iwoke up.
That second one was the same one I had a few days ago. It was longer this time, though. I thought. I sighed. I just couldnt understand what was going on.
I looked at my clock. It read 6: 14 AM. I had to get ready for school.
--
The admission bell rang and the halls flooded. I met Clarissa at her locker and said hi to her. She grabbed my arm, pulled me towards her, and whispered, Ive got something to tell you. Meet me at the park after school. I nodded and walked on to my locker. She seemed troubled about something. This must be really important. I thought to myself, looking at her laugh at someones joke. I opened up my locker. What a mess!
--
Clarissa left school rather quickly. I hadnt seen her since that morning when she whispered her message to me. I started walking to the park.
She was sitting on a bench in the old garden section of the park. No one ever went to that part of it. She sat, staring at the cherry-blossoms, knees touching, feet apart, her head in her hands. She turned her head after hearing my footsteps approaching her.
Thanks for coming, Zack, she said to me as I sat down beside her.
Whats the matter? I asked as a tear suddenly rolled unto her left cheek.
She got up. She started to walk back and forth, looking at ground as she did.
I dont know where to start. Alright, she sniffed, Ill just come out with it. Yesterday I went to the clinic for an emergency check-up. I seemed to be getting weaker and more tired as days rolled by. From day to day Id feel sharp pains in different parts of my body. The doctors couldnt diagnose me, but they told me that Im dying. Zack, she sniffed again as tears rolled along down, Im dying! Im dying! Why me? Why am I dying, Zack? Huh?
She fell to the ground and covered her eyes. She sobbed with her back facing me. I didnt know what to do. What should I say? How do I say it? What am I supposed to do? Im so confused. Im supposed to help her through this and I cant even come up with anything to say! What the heck is wrong with me? I slowly walked to her, sat down, and wrapped my arm around her. She laid her head on my chest and sobbed some more.
All I could do was whisper, Its okayits okay.
--
Im reaching into the room and flicking on the light switchI woke up.
--
Clarissa had been in the hospital for a month since that time at the park. Icouldnt think of why I felt so cold about the situation at hand. My friend was dying and all I could do was try to figure myself out. For thirteen years I had never tried to figure myself out, just mope about being depressed, and not doing a single thing about it.
If I keep this up now, how am I going to handle future friends? What if I never get anymore friends? What if this is the one and only friend Ill ever have in my life? Err! I hate this! Im trying to think about my friend who is dying and all that I can do is think about myself! Man! Why cant I think about her? Why cant I justjust stop thinking about myself? Am Iscared? Scared of what? I dont even know. Maybe Im scared of facing the truth: shes dyeing and I cant stop it. Shes my friend and shes leaving already, yet its inevitable. I cant stop it. I cant stop it. Theres nothing I can do. My dreamsthey were visionsthe inevitable futurethe truth. This truth could never prepare me for its manifestation.
--
I decided to go visit her. I bought some flowers, candy, and a teddy bear for Clarissa and brought them to the hospital with me. I came into her room with the presents. She smiled, weakly. I didnt know what to say besides hi and how are you?.
I dont know what to say again, I told her turning my head and looking through the large open window.
Call me Claire, she said weakly.
Call you ClaireI still dont know what to say I turned my head. She was asleep. I just looked at her for a second. She was dying. I didnt know what to say. I wasnt even helping her cope with that fact. I couldnt stay anymore. I just left the room and went home.
I received a phone call from Clarissas parents informing me of her death. It happened shortly after I left her room. As I hung up the phone I realized that I wasnt crying.
Why is it that these past few days Ive been acting so cold and speechless? What is wrong with me I should be sad about her death! I closed my eyes as I felt a tear roll down my cheek and fall to the floor. I opened them again and looked down at where the tear hit. I had never cried for someone else beside myself. It was different. It hurt more and made your chest warm up. You breathe faster and think a lot more and you think, Why did this happen? You start to think of the things that person said to you, how that person made you feel, you think about how you made that person feel, and lots of other stuff. During this sudden recap of her life as I knew it, I remembered her last words, "Call me Claire."
Man, to think that I kind of hated her before that incident at the mall. It makes me happy thinking about how good an idea it was to go to the mall. Fate gave me a chance to know what friendship is likethanks. Thanks fate. A weird thing to saybut its making me feel better. "Call me Claire." Jeez, what a way to end. "Call me Claire." Shethought about me. She was trying to make me feel better, but she was also making sure I remembered her. She said I was different, but she was truly the different one. I've never seen or heard of such a recognized person with so much heart. I understand nowClaire.
I finally understood why she said that: because her name was my amulet. Whenever I had nothing to say I would call her name, and I would remember that Im not alone. I wasnt aloneIm not alone.
It was summer, the beginning of summer, I mean. We were still in school. I hated school. Everything that hurt me was there. People always kept their distance from me, like I had some sort of really contagious disease. I hated it. I hated it all. It really sucked to go through a day when not a single teenage soul showed you a sign of their knowledge of your existence.
In my spare time, though, I tried not to think about my troubles. I looked at magazines, comics, and spent some time at video arcades just trying to forget my problems. They couldn't hurt me like people did. For the first time in a long time I decided to go to the mall. Why'd I go to the mall? To this day I cant answer that question, but I did.
So I went with about twenty bucks, not that that was worth much. There weren't very many interesting stores. Just dumb stores like clothing stores with nice shoes and everything. It really made no sense to buy nice clothes for everyone to look at when they didn't like you. The video game stores didnt sport very much either. I sighed as I was about to leave through the portal of despair they called Exit. Before I could take my first step, though, a girl stood in front of me, becoming an obstacle in the way of an unwanted fate. She just stood there with an annoying smile on her face. I knew who she was. Her short brown hair and green eyes made it impossible not to recognize her. Her name was Clarissa Wright, a popular girl at school. Most people called her Jade, though.
She was well known for her green eyes; they looked more precious than jade. Her green eyes didnt interest me. I was trying to get somewhere and she was in my way.
You go to my school dont you? she asked me with an even bigger smile than before.
Um, umyour name isuhZack, right? Zack OHamoger, right?
What do you want? I asked with an annoyed tone.
Youre mean! she exclaimed, then giggled.
I just wanted you to help me choose something.
I started walking the other direction, but she went in front of me again.
Oh, come on! Dont avoid me! Im just wanting a little help, was the best thing she could muster to change my mind.
Surprisingly it worked.
Alright, whatever, I agreed, but dont go taking me to some dumb girls store with glitter and everything.
Uh-huh, rightno problem. Come on!
She grabbed my arm and pulled me into a jewelry store and asked me whether she should get a necklace or a bracelet. I really didnt know what to choose, so I looked at them carefully and chose what looked nice to me. I chose the necklace. I thought to myself as she nodded and told the jeweler which one she wanted. Did I just make her look any better or make her more popular? I thought. Suddenly the mood lightened, like the sunrise of the first Arctic day. I dont know why I suddenly felt a dash of happiness, but it really felt good.
Why are you being so nice to me? I asked her as she paid for her item.
II dont really know, but Ive never hated you, soits not really all that weird, she responded.
My mind went blank for a second. I was in shock. I always thought everyone hated me or just were embarrassed to be around me. Everywhere I went, there was at least seven feet between me and the closest person. It hurt to see that, to experience that, to feel that. I felt a kind of tingle in my stomach. I was nervous. Man, someones actually okay with me. I thought.
Usually people stay away from me, but I still cant understand why youre not, I told her as we left the store.
Well, if you dont understand now, I guess youll understand later, was her response to that.
I didnt know what else to say or do, so thats just what I told her,
I dont know what to say.
Call me Claire, she suggested.
At the moment I didnt know she meant to have me say it, so I kept quiet.
Im happy, even though Clarissa isnt here, at school, today. I hope shes okay, I wouldnt want her to be hurt or anything. Everybodys acting weird today.
I woke up the day after and thought about a dream I just had. It was way too simple. My hand was reaching into a dark place and that was the end. I couldnt understand what was going on. I just put it to the side and got ready for school.
Clarissa was at school that day. She still said hi and how are you? to me. I expected her to ignore me and go on with the day, but she didnt. After school, I met her at the corner of our schools eastern-facing street.
Hey, Zack! How are you? she asked.
Uh, fineare you okay? I asked her.
What? she asked with a confused look on her face.
Werent you sick yesterday? I asked.
No, I was with you at the mall yesterday, remember? she told me.
What was going on? We had school yesterday. I thought. I mustve dreamed that yesterday happened at schoolwhy wasnt she there?
I mustve dreamed it, I said to her.
Oh, well its okay. Uhlets go home, okay? she asked.
Uh, yeah. Wait, I dont know where you live. I pointed out to her.
Thats why youre walking with me, silly. Dont worry, though, I live pretty close to you. She told me.
Really? I never knew.
She lived a lot closer than I thought, just a few blocks away from me. Actually, she was only a block away. While we walked home we talked. We got to know each other better. Not like they do in soap operas, just a friend to friend thing. After getting to know her better, I still didnt understand why she was hanging around with me.
Why are you hanging out with me? I asked her.
I havent given you a straight answer yet, have I? she noticed.
Well Im kind of looking for the good qualities in guys. You know, the things that drive a guy into a relationship, besides sex. I thought Id find them in someone like you. I was right, too. Youre really nice. I think youll be a good friend in the long run. Youre not like other guys. You really try just to be nice instead of trying to satisfy your desires. With all that stuff youve been through, you could really use a friend to share your feelings with.
Wow was the whisper I came up with.
She was serious, dead serious! She wasnt playing a game with me. I thought. I started to think about the dream again. It troubled me. Why wasnt she there. I wanted her to be my friend forever. I wanted to keep her, not let her go.
Youll always be my friend, right? I asked her.
Of course.
She let me into her house and introduced me to her parents.
Mom, Dad, this is Zack OHamoger. He goes to my school.
O, Mrs. Wright started, its such a pleasure to meet you! Ive wanted to meet you for so long! O, Clarissa has told me so much about you and
Lee-Ann, Mr. Wright interrupted, dont scare him off! Hi, its a pleasure to meet you. How about we let you step more than two steps into the house, huh? he asked noticing that I hadnt moved from the front porch.
Sure, I guess, was my answer?
So I went in and Clarissa led me upstairs to go to her room. Her brother came out of his room to find out where all the noise was coming from. Seeing me and his sister holding on to my arm he said,
Whatre you gonna do, make out?
I dunno. Shes the one pulling me, I told him.
He grinned, then said,
My names Craig, whats going on?
I had to think a little bit about what to say back to him. No ones ever asked me that question before. I started to wonder if Id ever heard the answer to that question on TV. Yes, I did! I realized I was supposed to say,
Nothing much.
Cool, was all he said before going back to his room.
Zack, over here, Clarissa signaled to me.
I followed her to her room. I looked around. Her walls were blue, her closet was blue, her bed sheets were green, her carpet light blue, and many other things were blue. It was definitely better looking than my room. She told me to have a seat on her chair, as she went through her dresser.
Remember the necklace I bought at the mall yesterday? she asked me.
How could I forget? I thought.
Yeah, of course, I answered her.
Well, I really needed to have a necklace for this to be put on, she told me as she took out an amulet from her jewelry box.
It had a nice diamond shape to it. It was made of gold and had a sapphire piece on it.
My grandma gave it to me before she died. She told me as long as I had the amulet that Id be happy. I thought that was weird because she didnt seem too happy when she was dyeing even with the amulet on. I later realized that she meant that when I was sad or lonely, that if I had the amulet on I would remember her and I wouldnt be alone anymore. It really worked, too.
For someone so popular, I thought, she sure seems to be tuned in to the real world. She isnt like other girls. Shes down to Earth, the most serious girl Ive ever met.
You know, I started to tell her, youre really down to Earth. I never knew girls could be so serious and not so ditzy.
She laughed.
Youre surprised that Im so serious? Guys are the ones that are mostly immature! she told me.
I know that, but guys arent ditzy. Most girls are, though.
You really dont know much about girls.
It had been a few days since Clarissa and I had become friends. She introduced me to her friends, who didnt really accept me, and got people to stop messing with me. People started talking to me at school. People even started helping me out with homework and stuff like that. Man, it was really happening, slowly, but happening. I kind of liked it.
Im sad today. Clarissas not at school today. I wonder if Im dreaming again. I am. The dreams going away and another one coming. My hands reaching into a dark room. I hit a door. I open it, and Iwoke up.
That second one was the same one I had a few days ago. It was longer this time, though. I thought. I sighed. I just couldnt understand what was going on.
I looked at my clock. It read 6: 14 AM. I had to get ready for school.
--
The admission bell rang and the halls flooded. I met Clarissa at her locker and said hi to her. She grabbed my arm, pulled me towards her, and whispered, Ive got something to tell you. Meet me at the park after school. I nodded and walked on to my locker. She seemed troubled about something. This must be really important. I thought to myself, looking at her laugh at someones joke. I opened up my locker. What a mess!
--
Clarissa left school rather quickly. I hadnt seen her since that morning when she whispered her message to me. I started walking to the park.
She was sitting on a bench in the old garden section of the park. No one ever went to that part of it. She sat, staring at the cherry-blossoms, knees touching, feet apart, her head in her hands. She turned her head after hearing my footsteps approaching her.
Thanks for coming, Zack, she said to me as I sat down beside her.
Whats the matter? I asked as a tear suddenly rolled unto her left cheek.
She got up. She started to walk back and forth, looking at ground as she did.
I dont know where to start. Alright, she sniffed, Ill just come out with it. Yesterday I went to the clinic for an emergency check-up. I seemed to be getting weaker and more tired as days rolled by. From day to day Id feel sharp pains in different parts of my body. The doctors couldnt diagnose me, but they told me that Im dying. Zack, she sniffed again as tears rolled along down, Im dying! Im dying! Why me? Why am I dying, Zack? Huh?
She fell to the ground and covered her eyes. She sobbed with her back facing me. I didnt know what to do. What should I say? How do I say it? What am I supposed to do? Im so confused. Im supposed to help her through this and I cant even come up with anything to say! What the heck is wrong with me? I slowly walked to her, sat down, and wrapped my arm around her. She laid her head on my chest and sobbed some more.
All I could do was whisper, Its okayits okay.
--
Im reaching into the room and flicking on the light switchI woke up.
--
Clarissa had been in the hospital for a month since that time at the park. Icouldnt think of why I felt so cold about the situation at hand. My friend was dying and all I could do was try to figure myself out. For thirteen years I had never tried to figure myself out, just mope about being depressed, and not doing a single thing about it.
If I keep this up now, how am I going to handle future friends? What if I never get anymore friends? What if this is the one and only friend Ill ever have in my life? Err! I hate this! Im trying to think about my friend who is dying and all that I can do is think about myself! Man! Why cant I think about her? Why cant I justjust stop thinking about myself? Am Iscared? Scared of what? I dont even know. Maybe Im scared of facing the truth: shes dyeing and I cant stop it. Shes my friend and shes leaving already, yet its inevitable. I cant stop it. I cant stop it. Theres nothing I can do. My dreamsthey were visionsthe inevitable futurethe truth. This truth could never prepare me for its manifestation.
--
I decided to go visit her. I bought some flowers, candy, and a teddy bear for Clarissa and brought them to the hospital with me. I came into her room with the presents. She smiled, weakly. I didnt know what to say besides hi and how are you?.
I dont know what to say again, I told her turning my head and looking through the large open window.
Call me Claire, she said weakly.
Call you ClaireI still dont know what to say I turned my head. She was asleep. I just looked at her for a second. She was dying. I didnt know what to say. I wasnt even helping her cope with that fact. I couldnt stay anymore. I just left the room and went home.
I received a phone call from Clarissas parents informing me of her death. It happened shortly after I left her room. As I hung up the phone I realized that I wasnt crying.
Why is it that these past few days Ive been acting so cold and speechless? What is wrong with me I should be sad about her death! I closed my eyes as I felt a tear roll down my cheek and fall to the floor. I opened them again and looked down at where the tear hit. I had never cried for someone else beside myself. It was different. It hurt more and made your chest warm up. You breathe faster and think a lot more and you think, Why did this happen? You start to think of the things that person said to you, how that person made you feel, you think about how you made that person feel, and lots of other stuff. During this sudden recap of her life as I knew it, I remembered her last words, "Call me Claire."
Man, to think that I kind of hated her before that incident at the mall. It makes me happy thinking about how good an idea it was to go to the mall. Fate gave me a chance to know what friendship is likethanks. Thanks fate. A weird thing to saybut its making me feel better. "Call me Claire." Jeez, what a way to end. "Call me Claire." Shethought about me. She was trying to make me feel better, but she was also making sure I remembered her. She said I was different, but she was truly the different one. I've never seen or heard of such a recognized person with so much heart. I understand nowClaire.
I finally understood why she said that: because her name was my amulet. Whenever I had nothing to say I would call her name, and I would remember that Im not alone. I wasnt aloneIm not alone.
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