I’m pretty sure I sold her an ice pop last night. She’s probably in the background of some of my photos. I only recognized her because...well… I was always thinking about what great taste she had in shoes. I’m not really sure if she even said anything to me or if she even recognized me from school. I actually really wasn’t quite sure how to spell her last name before I saw it in the paper this morning. Eriksson- with two S’s and a K. There really wasn’t much to read there. Our journalists are neither skilled nor interested. I already knew she was a junior and I already knew she was on the tennis team. Oh. And she was Swedish. Not really sure why they expected us to care about that. Apparently she liked to swim and did ballet. I’m actually a bit surprised I remember this much… There was a black and white picture of her kind of under and to the side of the column. I think it had been taken from her facebook profile- she was in the city and I think they had cropped out some of her friends that were next to her in the photo…Her eyes looking up right at the bold, times new roman ‘-C-I-D-E’. She was smiling I suppose…with her mouth at least. Perfect teeth actually, yes, really pretty teeth….Crest white strips I would imagine.
Yesterday…. Yesterday she seemed fine I guess. But that’s the
sort of answer you’d get from anyone if you asked how they were doing. She
looked happy enough. I think she was my sister’s friend. Her name’s Dana. And
you know- there is really nothing I could have done differently yesterday or the
day before or last month or last year. I couldn’t have known how she felt or
why or what she was thinking or how long she’d been thinking it. You know…We’re
all just ‘fine’. We’re fine when it’s cold and raining. When we’ve failed a
test or when our parents hit us or when we’re bleeding under our sleeves. We’re
all ‘fine’ when people ask if we are but then they stop asking and…. And then
people wonder why they didn’t realize it sooner.
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