G is for Gray Tee.
Massie Block permitted streams of glistening, iridescent tears to slide down her porcelain cheeks.
Then again, it wasn't much of a choice.
No amount of shopping sprees at Dolce and Gabbana or GLU sleepovers could even begin to patch the gaping hole in her heart.
She couldn't face the music tomorrow at school, nor would she ever be able to.
She wouldn't be able to wear her pokerface of indifference as her obsequiously fawning crowds bombarded her with questions.
How could she, when she couldn't even bring herself to tell her best friends?
Just twenty four hours ago all had been well, now all she had left of him was the over sized gray Diesel she wore.
It wasn't suppose to be this way, they were destined to be Prom Queen and King, but they never would fulfill that destiny.
That night the canvas of the sky had been painted a magnificent navy hue with tints of cerulean scattered around.
The stars tittered merrily as they conversed about the universe's secrets.
All the gorgeous landscape around them had been mocking them that night.
As they gazed at the stars while standing on the ledge of the Blessed Bridge Derrick had pressed his lips lightly against Massie, sending her into utter bliss.
This feeling of content was shattered as a dark black car suddenly cut across the serene landscape and swerved towards the couple, piercing their bubble.
Just as the car was about to flatten Massie, Derrick pushed safely out of the way.
As her cheek came into contact with the asphalt, his body came into contact with the car.
He flipped over the low ledge of the bridge as he shouted, "Massssssssssssssiieeeeee!"
With his last words he plummeted down into dark swirling oblivion.
Massie could barely make out his brawny figure coming into contact with the sharp rocks before it was limply carried away.
Massie sobbed into the t-shirt, knowing that sooner or later she would have to face the music.
The sun would rise soon and a new day would come.
However, it wouldn't be a new beginning, it'd be the beginning of the end.
