What A Joke! Poor Little Rich Girl's

Fantasy And Science Fiction Are Where My Brain Lives.

I Have To Force A Smile Off My Face As I Sit Limply In My Seat... Then, Just As I'm Congratulating Myself For Such A Stellar Plan.

Please Don't Take Him Away From This World. Please Don't Let Him Die Here In My Arms, Not After Everything We've Been Through Together, Not After You've Taken So Many Others. Please, I Beg You, Let Him Live. I Am Willing To Sacrifice Anything To Make This Happen- I'm Willing To Do Anything You Ask. Maybe You'll Laugh At Me For Such A Naive Promise, But I Mean It In Earnest, And I Don't Care If It Makes No Sense Or Seems Impossible. Let Him Live. Please. I Can't Bear This A Second Time. Tell Me There Is Still Good In This World. Tell Me There Is Still Hope For All Of Us.

It Hurts Every Day, The Absence Of Someone Who Was Once There.

When You Stand Out There," John Continues In A Hoarse Voice, "keep Your Chin Up, All Right? Don't Let Them Get To You." "i Won't." "make Them Work For It. Punch Someone If You Have To." John Gives Me A Sad, Crooked Smile. "you're A Scary Kid. So Scare Them. Okay? All The Way Until The End." For The First Time In A Long Time, I Feel Like A Little Brother. I Have To Swallow Hard To Keep My Eyes Dry. "okay," I Whisper.