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me and
wonderful friends, what else could a girl ask for? Now, my life has turned
upside down. My boyfriend was dead, my friends had all betrayed me and I've got
someone I didn’t know sending me weird text messages.
    I glanced around my room. My bed, a double, was in the
middle of the room with night stands on the sides of it in dark cherry wood. A
dresser, in the same wood was right across from the bed and a small desk was
shoved in the corner. The desk chair was so covered with clothes that you
couldn’t see it. I had pictures hung everywhere from when I’d dabbled in
photography. They’d turned out pretty good for a fourteen year old, but I’d
given up on taking photos unless they were with a disposable camera.
    Everywhere I looked, there was something to remind me of
Ryan: the stuffed bear he bought me for our one-month anniversary. It had been
so sweet. He’d bought me a box of chocolates, also, but ended up giving me an
empty box, apologizing that he’d gotten hungry and ate them.
    My copy of Pride and Prejudice lay forgotten on the
bookshelf, the cover almost falling off from being read so many times. We were
paired up together our freshman year and were supposed to read the book and
then act out a scene from it. Ryan had forgotten and instead he’d gone and
played basketball with some friends and we ended up getting incompletes. I was
so mad that I didn’t talk to him for a whole week.
    I couldn’t deal with all the memories right now. It was just
too hard. As much as I was mad at him, I couldn’t stay like that forever. That
wouldn’t be fair to him or our relationship. I wasn’t the kind of person to
hold a grudge for long. I got mad, screamed and yelled, threw things, and then
it was over. I was fine.
    I walked out of my room and yelled over the banister, “Mom,
do you we have any boxes?”
    She ran up. “You could have come downstairs, you didn’t have
to yell. Yes, we have boxes, what do you need it for?”
    “I want to clean out the stuff Ryan gave me and put it into
the attic.” I explained.
    Her face paled, “Are you sure you want to do that right now?
Don’t you think you should wait a few more days until you’re more healed?”
    I shook my head. “No. I want to do it now,” I insisted and
headed back to my room.
    A few minutes later, she came upstairs with two boxes in her
hand.
    “Here you go. I brought you two just in case. Do you want
some help?” she asked.
    I shook my head, “No. I want to do this on my own. I
wouldn’t mind help putting them in the attic when I’m done, though.” She
nodded, squeezing my shoulder before she left the room.
    I glanced around the room and sighed. I walked over to my CD
collection and began picking out the ones that reminded me of Ryan. Almost all
of them, reminded me of Ryan in some way, so I threw them all in. I could
always listen to the radio, instead. Every card and picture of us went in the
box. It filled up fast. I grabbed the second one and continued filling, I threw
in my copy of Pride and Prejudice, movies we had watched together, and some old
jewelry I’d stumbled on. When I was done, the room looked barren.
    A few minutes later, I heard a knock at the door and walked
over to open it. My mom was standing in the hallway holding a plate with a
peanut butter and jelly sandwich and chips, a pop in the other hand.
    “I thought you might be hungry. Dad told me you didn’t eat
your breakfast before you left the hospital.” She set the plate down on my
nightstand and glanced around. “When you said that you were going to clear out
your room I didn’t think that you meant everything in it. Practically the only
things left are your furniture and stereo, where’d everything go?” she asked. I
pointed to the two boxes sitting in the corner.
    “Don’t you think you went a little overboard?” she
questioned.
    I shook my head. “It’s painful to have reminders of Ryan
right now. There are other things that you don’t know about that