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A/N: Alright, well, I've decided to at least finish Miranda's "episode" dealie. I can't really drag out finding out anymore, because it'd just be like one line. So, we're doing a little "flash forward" action. This is set six months after the last chapter. During Miranda's summer between junior and senior year. There's a lot of babbling in this chapter, but I figure, Miranda is allowed to babble. She's also kinda cynical and sarcastic. Again, my story, my choice.
Reviews:
Rachael - I've said it before and I'll say it again, Thanks!
Goldengirl04 - I did notice. It really irked me, too. I hate having errors like that in my writing. Anyways, I did go back and change it.
Chapter 4: Death
^Six Months Later^
~Miranda~
Surprise, surprise. It was a tumor.
In her brain. And guess what? It was inoperable. Something about how the size of it was too big and it was highly unlikely she would survive any operation. And when I say highly, I mean she had like a one percent chance of living.
So, after she woke up, we all talked and prepared for my twenty-one year old sister to die.
The doctors told us she would have about five to seven months to live. Well, at least I know some doctors know what they're talking about. She died a little before the sixth month. The only comfort I have is knowing that she didn't die abruptly, she had time to still do things she wanted to do. Well, some things she still wanted to do.
She'd really wanted to go sky diving. It was always a dream of hers, but the doctors told her no. Instead, we watched some movie/documentary about learning how to sky dive and actually sky diving. It wasn't the real thing, but she didn't seem to mind too much. I don't think sky diving was that important to her anymore.
I wasn't home when she...passed. Lizzie and Gordo had forced me to go out to a stupid party with them. They said I wasn't acting like a seventeen year old girl. Doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure that out.
It's not everyday a seventeen year old girl has to deal with a death in the family.
So, we went to the party. I'd rather have a root canal than relive that party again.
Nothing extremely horrible happened. My parents waited until I came home to tell me the news, so I didn't break down. But, everyone was just trying too hard. Too hard to talk to me, to make sure I was okay. To make sure I was having fun. I lied to them about having fun. I'm sure they noticed. There were just too many questions, too many looks, too many people staring at me, waiting for me to break down, to scream, to cry, to laugh. I don't know what they were waiting for, I don't know what they expected. I was just Miranda. I've always been Miranda.
Now, I'm the girl that lost her sister. That's what I'll be known as. I don't want to be known as that. I was comfortable being Miranda. I didn't mind 'Lizzie's friend' or 'Gordo's friend' and I could even tolerate 'Olivia's little sister', but now, that's all changed.
I'm the first person in our grade that has gone through a death within their close family. The first one. Why was it me? Why was it Olivia? She was only twenty-one.
You know, she was only able to drink (legally) for two months. Then she fainted at work. Two months of being twenty-one.
We spent a lot of time together in her room. I tried to spend a few hours in there every day. I'd even bring my homework into her room when I had too much. She'd try to help. But, her memory wasn't as good as it used to be. I tried not to notice.
And now, I get to receive more questions, more staring. Today is the wake. I almost wasn't going to come. Let's see how I handle this one.
"So, basically you just stand here for like five hours and people come up to you and hug you and say nice things?" Lizzie asked. Her and Gordo were standing next to me. They were being my support for the day. My backbone.
"Yeah, I guess." What? I said no one I knew had lost a close family member yet. How am I supposed to know what happens at a wake or a funeral.
I saw a lot of relatives that live close. The ones that are in Mexico will be here for the funeral. There was slight small talk with them. I wasn't really in the mood. None of them ever really liked Olivia or me. They didn't think we knew enough about our history. They felt we didn't accept our ancestry. At least they were decent enough not to mention anything today, surprisingly.
Then, came the throngs of Hillridge High people. People who knew my sister and who knew me. It seemed like anyone I had ever even looked at had shown up.
Larry and Veruca were the first people I knew that I saw. They stayed by us until the end. I guess they wanted to give me support too.
Kate brushed past us next. She said a little bit. She was less callous, but we weren't close or anything. She was with Ethan. They had gotten back together that year. Don't know why. As far as I knew, they both hated each other. ( A/N: Put it in because of Kate's "Episode")
My whole Show Choir showed up all at once. It was like they took a van all together or something. I was really glad to see that they had come. It meant a lot to me. Especially since I didn't get along well with all of them. A lot of them were those girls that think they're better than everyone else and can't appreciate when someone else excels more than they do. I think that is the worst quality in the whole array of qualities to have. It's just so irritating. They're so self-righteous. We've gotten into a few tiffs now and then.
But, nonetheless, they got past their issues with me and came. I would have if it was for them.
A few people from random classes of mine came to pay their respects. I realized just how many people I didn't know at Hillridge.
And so, it went on. For about four hours. I was so tried of hugging and lying to everyone.
A/N: Fin, Miranda. I think next is Kate. Maybe. Review. Please.
A/N: Alright, well, I've decided to at least finish Miranda's "episode" dealie. I can't really drag out finding out anymore, because it'd just be like one line. So, we're doing a little "flash forward" action. This is set six months after the last chapter. During Miranda's summer between junior and senior year. There's a lot of babbling in this chapter, but I figure, Miranda is allowed to babble. She's also kinda cynical and sarcastic. Again, my story, my choice.
Reviews:
Rachael - I've said it before and I'll say it again, Thanks!
Goldengirl04 - I did notice. It really irked me, too. I hate having errors like that in my writing. Anyways, I did go back and change it.
Chapter 4: Death
^Six Months Later^
~Miranda~
Surprise, surprise. It was a tumor.
In her brain. And guess what? It was inoperable. Something about how the size of it was too big and it was highly unlikely she would survive any operation. And when I say highly, I mean she had like a one percent chance of living.
So, after she woke up, we all talked and prepared for my twenty-one year old sister to die.
The doctors told us she would have about five to seven months to live. Well, at least I know some doctors know what they're talking about. She died a little before the sixth month. The only comfort I have is knowing that she didn't die abruptly, she had time to still do things she wanted to do. Well, some things she still wanted to do.
She'd really wanted to go sky diving. It was always a dream of hers, but the doctors told her no. Instead, we watched some movie/documentary about learning how to sky dive and actually sky diving. It wasn't the real thing, but she didn't seem to mind too much. I don't think sky diving was that important to her anymore.
I wasn't home when she...passed. Lizzie and Gordo had forced me to go out to a stupid party with them. They said I wasn't acting like a seventeen year old girl. Doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure that out.
It's not everyday a seventeen year old girl has to deal with a death in the family.
So, we went to the party. I'd rather have a root canal than relive that party again.
Nothing extremely horrible happened. My parents waited until I came home to tell me the news, so I didn't break down. But, everyone was just trying too hard. Too hard to talk to me, to make sure I was okay. To make sure I was having fun. I lied to them about having fun. I'm sure they noticed. There were just too many questions, too many looks, too many people staring at me, waiting for me to break down, to scream, to cry, to laugh. I don't know what they were waiting for, I don't know what they expected. I was just Miranda. I've always been Miranda.
Now, I'm the girl that lost her sister. That's what I'll be known as. I don't want to be known as that. I was comfortable being Miranda. I didn't mind 'Lizzie's friend' or 'Gordo's friend' and I could even tolerate 'Olivia's little sister', but now, that's all changed.
I'm the first person in our grade that has gone through a death within their close family. The first one. Why was it me? Why was it Olivia? She was only twenty-one.
You know, she was only able to drink (legally) for two months. Then she fainted at work. Two months of being twenty-one.
We spent a lot of time together in her room. I tried to spend a few hours in there every day. I'd even bring my homework into her room when I had too much. She'd try to help. But, her memory wasn't as good as it used to be. I tried not to notice.
And now, I get to receive more questions, more staring. Today is the wake. I almost wasn't going to come. Let's see how I handle this one.
"So, basically you just stand here for like five hours and people come up to you and hug you and say nice things?" Lizzie asked. Her and Gordo were standing next to me. They were being my support for the day. My backbone.
"Yeah, I guess." What? I said no one I knew had lost a close family member yet. How am I supposed to know what happens at a wake or a funeral.
I saw a lot of relatives that live close. The ones that are in Mexico will be here for the funeral. There was slight small talk with them. I wasn't really in the mood. None of them ever really liked Olivia or me. They didn't think we knew enough about our history. They felt we didn't accept our ancestry. At least they were decent enough not to mention anything today, surprisingly.
Then, came the throngs of Hillridge High people. People who knew my sister and who knew me. It seemed like anyone I had ever even looked at had shown up.
Larry and Veruca were the first people I knew that I saw. They stayed by us until the end. I guess they wanted to give me support too.
Kate brushed past us next. She said a little bit. She was less callous, but we weren't close or anything. She was with Ethan. They had gotten back together that year. Don't know why. As far as I knew, they both hated each other. ( A/N: Put it in because of Kate's "Episode")
My whole Show Choir showed up all at once. It was like they took a van all together or something. I was really glad to see that they had come. It meant a lot to me. Especially since I didn't get along well with all of them. A lot of them were those girls that think they're better than everyone else and can't appreciate when someone else excels more than they do. I think that is the worst quality in the whole array of qualities to have. It's just so irritating. They're so self-righteous. We've gotten into a few tiffs now and then.
But, nonetheless, they got past their issues with me and came. I would have if it was for them.
A few people from random classes of mine came to pay their respects. I realized just how many people I didn't know at Hillridge.
And so, it went on. For about four hours. I was so tried of hugging and lying to everyone.
A/N: Fin, Miranda. I think next is Kate. Maybe. Review. Please.
