Chapter 9

Heather’s Letters Blog Entry

Draft: September 5th

This weekend was strangely refreshing. I wish I didn’t have to attribute it to Burton’s drink, but I slept just fine. I stayed in with Rue the whole time helping her with The Ruby Review. Didn’t even leave the house.

But I woke up this morning—Monday—with a terrible pit in my stomach. Like I had awoken into a nightmare. Like all the denial, all the reality I’d been holding back over the weekend suddenly came washing over me. And now I dread going to school.

I want to stay home more than anything. It’d be the first time I ever skipped school. Mom’s so busy with work; it’s not like she’d even notice…

But I remember a piece of advice my father gave me. He told me that I should never to let other people frighten me from going about my life—because when you allow others to shape your life, then they win.

So I guess I’ll just have to suck it up and do what I would do anyway. And go to school.