I'm so incredibly sorry for not updating in forever, life happens.

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I own nothing except my OCs.

They asked me to speak at the funeral.

I didn't have the heart to decline.

All these pale blotchy faces lined up in neat little rows, all dressed in black.

Some were wearing lace and others simple cotton t-shirts, but there wasn't a single splash of color in sight.

Even the weather seemed to be showing respect, the clouds bleaching all the color out of the woods and oozing raindrops at a slow steady stream.

It was almost like the weather couldn't tell that my mascara was running already.

Emily is devastated, but that's only one of the issues now, She couldn't make the funeral, but I honestly don't think she could even remember it. She can hardly even remember who Sam is. She was still on bed rest at the hospital, they wanted to watch her for the baby's safety.

Oh yeah

Emily was fucking eight weeks pregnant

And the guilt just kept right on coming

So there were only a few people in the crowd, Some of her school friends, Lindsay who came for me, Leah and Seth, her parents and siblings, and Jacob.

The rest of the pack couldn't leave Jared, ever since that night he had been slowly breaking down, He hasn't done anything since they wrestled him into the house.

I feel sick as I walk to the makeshift podium, which really isn't one, it's just the spot of grass where the speakers supposed to stand.

I stare at all these faces, some look on the verge of tears, some are already crying, others look like they want to be sick, and a few look like a combination of the three.

I just feel numb.

My plain black dress flutters around my knees as goose bumps raise on my legs, I can barely feel the chill in the air over the tsunami of emotional turmoil I can feel rising.

But I shove that back down and open my mouth

no words can come out

I try again

nothing

I hadn't really been able to process what had happened

it all just seemed like a horrible nightmare

and I had never felt more hated in my life

they all blamed me for it

I know they did

I could feel it

I hadn't heard a word

not a peep

this

entire

time

not from Paul

or Leah

or Seth

or Jacob

or Sam

and especially not Jared

I clear my throat

and then it all comes pouring out.

"Kim wasn't someone I knew well, but she was someone I wanted to..."

The tyres crunched on the gravel as I pulled into the driveway and parked behind Lindsay, I jumped out and slammed the door, the noise echoing in the eerie silence.

I walked in and chucked my shoes on the floor, I turned feeling eyes drilling into me. Mom was sitting in a kitchen chair, her face pale and Dad was holding an envelope that he jerkily thrust at me.

My nerves already shot I just ripped into the envelope not even bothering to check the front.

I almost dropped the paper when I read the words Julliard School Of Arts printed across the top in stylized bold.

I heard the stairs creak behind me and Lindsay stepped into the kitchen in sweats, her face took on an anxious hue when she noticed the letter "Did you get in?" She asked in a nervous voice.

I just stared.

"Look I just took footage of your modern showpiece, your rehearsal Black Swan footage along, some of your Esmeralda rehearsal footage along with the footage you study from class combinations and that Aurora piece you did for fun and clipped it together to turn in along with your 3.97 GPA and sent it the administration to just see."

She talked like a nervous kid as she rushed the words out, like the sooner she got it over with the better it would be for her

I just kept staring.

She made a face "Okay, I might have sent it to a few other colleges too... but this was the first one to reply."

I took a deep breath and looked down at the paper the words blurring together

I took one huge step forward

and hugged her as hard as I could.

She froze, like she couldn't believe I was doing this. Before melting into the hug all tension leeching from her, leaving a bundle of nervous energy.

Her face was anxiously glowing when we broke apart "Read it!" she half yelled looking as if she wanted to rip the letter from my hands.

I looked down giddy with excitement and dizzy with nerves, and I read quickly gobbling up the words.

The letter fluttered to the floor...

and I broke out into squeals jumping up and dancing around the kitchen with Lindsay.

"I'M GOING TO JULLIARD!" I screamed happily.

"YOU'RE GOING TO JULLIARD!" She screamed back.

We turned towards my parents who stood there looking stunned.

"SHE'S/I'M GOING TO JULLIARD!"

The rest of the afternoon was a blur

until that night when I finally broke down and cried myself to sleep

my day had been a strange mixture of extraordinary happiness and crippling devastation

and then I woke up, startled, and sat up in my bed

"I'm going to Julliard" I whispered softly to myself

"Oh shit!"

The End

Whatcha think the whole "Oh shit!" thing is about?... *hint* Julliard is in NY ;)

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