Dear Journal,
Mrs. Jessop says I should keep my journal up, especially right now, so I guess I’ll write about last week. On Monday morning I skipped school and went to Mary’s house. She was really upset and numb. She and Rick went to the funeral home around 10, so mom and I cleaned the house for them.
On Tuesday I went back to school, but we went on a field trip. I got stuck in the dorkiest group–Brad D., Andy M., Chris L., you get the point. At least Jess was w/ me. And Harry. He’s actually pretty good looking when you talk to him. I like his eyes. I had a game after and we won.
We can skip Wed. day. That night was the wake. It was so awkward, knowing that Stacey was inside the casket at the front of the room. Mom pulled me over to say a prayer with her. As I did, all I could think about was Stacey in the coffin–cut up, burnt–it made my stomach hurt. I’m too tired, I’ll tell you about the rest of the week later.
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