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"there's a space between our fingers so someone else can fill them"

I pull myself together with teary eyes. He's gone, get over it.  

I grab my keys and head out the door. My hair's in two tight buns,  one silky strain hangs down on either side. My edges are jelled in curls.

I hope next year I'll move, and never deal with the kids in my class.

My best friend Jordan died this summer, I have been trying to cope with his absence but it was really hard when he was the only reason I still smiled. Now he's gone, forever. 

I hit the gas pedal and drove out my driveway, easing down the street with turns. hitting the brake a little too hard that my car jerks a little, but I keep my calm, even with the stares.

I let out a low breath feeling some anxiety coming along. Oh no, how am I ever going to get through this year without Jordan, he's the one who helped with that. No no no...

I talk a deeper breath, telling myself everything is going to be fine. But it's not.