Updated as soon as I could. I'm swamped with work. University is such a pain.

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First day of classes.

A complete bore and a total waste of time.

Susannah's first class was biology, closely followed by a boring chemistry lecture administered by the monotonious voice of Dr. Putnik.

Now only minutes were seperating her from her Calculus class.

She was contemplating skipping Calculus and going out for lunch instead. There was still had a long day ahead of her.

She was meeting up with a client today. They were going to pay her big money. She told them that the amount was insignificent, but they insisted upon it. Whatever, it wasn't like she cared. It was their money, they could do with it what they pleased.

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Calculus went as boringly as was expected. Susannah finished lunch early and decided to drop in for class, out of sheer interest of which moron she got as her teacher.

His name was Dr. Slahp. On overheads he nourished the class with graphs of different trigonometric functions.

The girl sitting next to her turned toward her and said, "This guy's a total bore."

Susannah nodded her head unethusiastically.

"My name's Michelle," the girl continued, "how 'bout you?"

Susannah remained silent, hoping the girl would stop her aimless mouth contractions that would prove completely wasteful on Susannah.

"Hey, what's up, is something wrong?" The Michelle girl continued, concern written on her face.

Susannah could feel herself getting increasingly more annoyed. What must you do around here for people to NOT talk to you. She turned to face Michelle, a fake smile plastered on her face, and replied, "May we displace this social interaction for another time? I'm sort of trying to concentrate on the lesson, and I sure as hell won't learn anything with you muttering incoherently in my ear the whole entire time."

"Umm...all...right," Michelle replied slowly, her face both showing signs of fear and perplexity. She turned back to face Dr. Slahp.

After that, not even one word escaped Michelle's lips.

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Susannah came home at four in the morning. She was glad that she'd accomplished all that she'd set out to do that today.

And, except for the inconvenient encounter with the Michelle girl and a few mind-drying classes, the day had been a pretty productive one.

Oh, and the best part of all, she was spared from having any unpleasant encounters with her roommate, who at the moment was deep in sleep.

So overall, it was a good day.

If only it would last this way.

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"Okay kids, open your books to page 4," Mrs. Kensington said, a large smile spreading her face over each pole of the Earth.

The girl remained still, unmoving.

In the car, her dad kept saying that she'd have "tons of fun," in that disgustingly cheery voice of his.

"We're going to be learning long division today," Mrs. Kensington continued, her eyes lighting up as she looked around the class.

The girl rolled her eyes and opened up a book from her own collection. She began reading it, paying absolutely no attention to what her teacher was saying.

She knew how to do long division since she was five.

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Susannah came home really late the next day too. She knew that she'd be dead tired in a week if she kept this up, but she had plenty of things to do, and, luckily it kept her from seeing her roommate.

She began working on her two assignments, one for chemistry and one for biology.

In an hour she completed both of them.

Less than a second afterwards, sleep engulfed her thoughts and finally consumed her.

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This time when Susannah came home late, she wasn't that lucky. Her roommate was perched on the living room couch doing what appeared to be his school work.

When she came through the door he looked up at her, his expression turning grim at the sight of her. It was obvious that he did not approve of her late nights and choice of wardrobe. She was dressed completely in black: a black mini-skirt, spaghetti-strap shirt and black hooker tights, with her feet laden in stiletto heels and her eyes lidded with heavy black make-up.

"So, what have you been up to so late at night?" Jesse asked her, his expression unchanging.

Why is it that he felt the need to always interfere in her life?

"I was just out getting high," she said, throwing the sentence out into the air nonchalantly. She needed something that would get him to leave her alone; drugs seemed like a good repellent.

"Oh, is that all?" Jesse asked sarcastically, raising one eyebrow. "With the way that you look I thought you were out committing homicide."

"Funny," she said, after which she trudged straight into her room, her heels clicking as she went.

She knew that Jesse felt uncomfortable by what she had said, even though he attempted to appear calm about it.

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Late the next night, Susannah rushed through the busy streets of town, passing a few dozen coffee-shops and the laughter resonating from the bustle of students loitering on the street corner.

Coming to a stop near the cemetery gates, completely isolated this time of night, Susannah hoisted herself up onto the top bar of the gates and jumped down, landing softly on the hard ground.

Without the aid of tools assisting in night-time vision, she waded through the dark forestry of the cemetery, coming finally to a stop at a sandy clearing covered with hundreds of graves.

With her eyes closed, Susannah moved through the cemetery like a ghost, finally laying down at a spot in the sand. She placed her head on the sand, right before a stone monument.
Breathing in the moisture-filled air, she began to relax her muscles. There was moment when there seemed to be a pause in her actions; she seemed to be waiting for something.

"Hi Jesse," she said, without opening either of her eyes or moving a muscle.

"How did you know I was here?" Jesse said, coming out from behind the shadows of the forestry to face Susannah's lying contour.

"A better question is, why are you following me?" Susannah asked, remaining completely still.

"I was just curious to see what you were doing so late at night," he responded, remaining just as still as she. Slowly, he began to inch towards her until he came to rest beside her on the sand.

"What are you doing here?" Jesse asked her. "This is not a great place for you to be out at a time like this, especially by yourself."

"Well, you're here now, aren't you?" Susannah asked, cocking open one eye to stare up at his face. "Anyway, you needn't worry about me."

"Who said I was worried about you?" Jesse asked, lifting his eyebrow in a questioning kind of way. Then, unexpectedly, he smiled at her. "Is this part of your usual activity? It is quite unlike you."

"How would you know if this is what I am like, we hardly even know each other," Susannah stated.

"That's right, we just live together," Jesse said sarcastically.

Susannah couldn't help but smile at this one.

After a long pause, Susannah said suddenly, "it puts it all into perspective, doesn't it?"

"What do you mean?" Jesse asked.

"Look around you Jesse," Susannah replied, "you have something that they don't: you've got life. There are reasons for our existence...something we must still accomplish," she stated, sounding as though she were trying to convince herself of the fact, and, even though she was discussing such a sensitive topic, her expression did not change. She remained as still and as composed as before, lying in the sand with her eyes closed.

After a short pause, she continued, "the grave we are sitting on, read me the name."

"Bob Miller," Jesse said. "Died in 1994."

"Read the next one over," she said.

"Stacy Miller, died in 1994."

"Continue," she said.

"Benjamin Miller, died in 1994, and, the last one, Catherine Miller, also 1994."

"The whole family died in a fire started in their own house. The parents were asleep at this time. After the fire was extinguished, Bob and Stacy's two children, Benjamin and Catherine, were found in the basement, dead," Susannah said, without a hint of emotion in her voice. It was just the basic reciting of factual information.

"That's an incredibly sad story," Jesse said. "A whole family dying in a fire."

"It makes no difference," Susannah said. "There were many others like them before and many others that will come to follow," she added in a very factual manner, any emotions completely withdrawn from the sentance.

Another pause.

Susannah, again in her matter-of-fact voice, continued with: "Nobody remembers them, Jesse, they were just another newspaper headline."

"That's not at all true, Susannah, " Jesse replied. "Otherwise you would not be here."

There was another long pause before Jesse said, "Come on, let's go home."

Susannah didn't even have the strength to complain.

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A/N: I finished it. Hope you like. REVIEW.