So it was my
sixteenth birthday, and I was
home from school.
Lisa, of course, was there. It was a lovely day, we spent the bulk of it under the
weeping willow. At some point, we curled up together under the
tree to take a
nap. Something woke me up, and I found myself staring in the face of a
skeleton. Lisa was
gone.
I woke up
screaming. My roommate, who is an asshole, yelled at me. I'm going to see a psychologist today.