I think I broke a land-speed record answering the doorbell. My friend Will was getting dropped off, and it was an important day for us: we were going to finally see the new Spider-Man movie.
“Hey Will, hey Mrs. M,” I said.
I’m dying and I’m okay with it. It hurts to live. Everyone’s huddled around me, crying, telling me they’re going to miss me, asking me with their eyes to hang on for as long as I can, but I don’t want to live anymore. They said I’ll be with Grandma. They said I won’t hurt when I die. But they still want me to…
My parents were smiling at me and holding my hand and taking me to get ice cream and everything. We stood in line at a metal ice cream stand with an umbrella and wheels. The person running it looked nice. He had a carnival suit on. I wondered if he was hot like me. I was sweating a little.
Many times I’d walk into a room where my parents were talking about something. While I was trying to figure out what they were saying, my mother would notice me and whisper “Pictures” to my father and they would stop talking. They didn’t do it every time, but every time they did it bothered me. What were they…
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