March 8, 1995 – Wednesday – 2:10 p.m.

Another day.

Last night I got a call from Jeni.

“Hey, can I come up and study with you?” she asked in a happy voice.

It turns out she was in the lobby, so I let her come up.  The first thing she said was, “I just want you to know that I’m here and I’m your friend and I’m sorry about what happened at lunch.”

We studied.  We studied different subjects, but still, we studied.  And we talked.  We’re okay.  She wrote me an email message earlier today, simply wishing me luck and fun over spring break.  I replied with a simple, “thanks.”

My mom tells me that she won’t be able to pick me up until eight o’clock tomorrow night.  So, I talked with Richard and he says that he can take me as far as Greensboro.  I called mom today, but she is making me stay at the Red Carpet Inn in Greensboro since she can’t come and get me.

The Red Carpet Inn is owned by some relatives of Danny and Peter.  Mom would pick me up about three hours after I arrive there.  I don’t want to do that, but she is making me.

On top of that, I asked Charlie if I could go to the youth services tonight, but he said that some people in the church were making a big deal about me being there.  I’m college age and the groups are for high school and middle school.  He told me it would be better if I didn’t go and just waited until the skit group got started.

It really hurt.  Something was placed in my hands and then snatched away.

Why God?  Why these faces?  Why such love in this place?

Since there is so much love, why can’t a tiny bit of it be given to me?

When I woke up it was raining.  Then the rain turned into a thunder storm.  It began to thunder and lightning.  Then it grew colder and the rain turned to sleet, but it was still lightning.  As it grew colder, the sleet turned to snow and the lightning stopped.

Now, as I look outside, all I see is the freezing white snow on top of the dead grass.

There is no lightning in the air.

But there is Emily’s letter on the dresser beside me.  Oh, how I wish a storm would blow me away to Crestview, Florida.

I think about you all the time Emily.

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