It hurts now, and the pain’s real, so hugs, my treasure. CiCi might be meditating with the Dalai Lama in Tibet, rocking it out with the Stones in London, or painting in her studio on Tranquility Island, but she had a way of finding out anything and everything. She raged at her younger sister’s taunts, dragged herself to her summer job and the weekly tennis lessons at the club that her mother insisted on.Ī text from her grandmother made her sniffle. She wallowed in the comfort and righteous anger of her two closest friends. She might’ve been smart enough to know he’d ordered his friends to say mean, ugly things about her, but that didn’t lessen the sting or the embarrassment. His post-with pictures-had already generated comments. Shook off a LOSER and I’ll be rolling through the summer and into senior year with the hottest girl in the class of 2006. Traded in the old DEFECTIVE model for a hot new one. Humiliation was too weak a word for what she suffered.

She’d texted three times, humiliating herself. The boy she loved, the boy she’d dated exclusively for seven months, two weeks, and four days, the boy she’d imagined cruising through her upcoming senior year with-hand in hand, heart to heart-had dumped her.ĭone wasting time cuz i got 2 b with somebody ready to b all the way with me and thats not u so we r done c uĬertain he couldn’t have meant it, she’d tried to call him-but he didn’t answer. Still, she’d never drink Fanta again.īut at that moment she only wanted to settle down in the theater with her two best friends forEVER and lose herself in the dark.īecause her life-currently and absolutely for the rest of the summer, and maybe for all time-sucked beyond infinity. The choice, her standard night-at-the-movies fare, changed her life, and very likely saved it. On Friday, July 22, 2005, Simone Knox ordered a large Fanta-orange-to go with her popcorn and Swedish Fish.

No acquisitions of guilt can compensate the loss of that solid inward comfort of mind, which is the sure companion of innocence and virtue nor can in the least balance the evil of that horror and anxiety which, in their room, guilt introduces into our bosoms.

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