Death is a natural part of life, and I don’t have to feel guilty about living because Kristen isn’t here to share it anymore. Head grasping facts, heart dealing with emotions. Everything that had happened to me all started on the day of Kristen’s funeral.
Aunt Marjorie still didn’t know the whole story-just the parts about how I needed time away from Sleepy Hollow and professional help because I couldn’t deal with Kristen’s death. I unbuckled my seat belt and shrugged at her question before getting out.
We pulled up to the old farmhouse with its faded black shutters, and Aunt Marjorie parked the car under a metal carport right next to the front door. I feel like I can deal with it all and put it in its place. Well, as much of a handle as you can have on thinking you were in love with a dead boy, and that you’d had afternoon tea with Katrina Van Tassel and the Headless Horseman from The Legend of Sleepy Hollow. I feel like I’ve finally gotten a handle on… things. Will you be seeing any doctors when you return home? He thinks I’ve made a lot of progress, and I agree. She turned onto a rutted road, and we bumped our way down the grassy lane. We were almost back to Aunt Marjorie’s house. "You don’t think about how not ready you are to go back home, and I won’t mention how many chances we have left to take the plane up together. "Aunt Marjorie, that’s what I’m trying not to think about, I groaned. We’ve only got a couple of weeks left until you do have to go home." There’s a lot I still need to learn about flying your plane. Mom and Dad can come visit, and I’ll just stay here. I missed my best friend, but Kristen wasn’t there anymore. And don’t you miss home? Your parents? Friends?" I don’t eat very much, and really, who needs to graduate from high school?Īunt Marjorie laughed. Can I just stay here forever? I leaned my head against the seat of Aunt Marjorie’s car. The Legend of Sleepy Hollow by Washington Irving" I can’t stay away from Sleepy Hollow forever.īesides, there is no encouragement for ghosts in most of our villages… Now I don’t even know if he’s real, or if I dreamt him up to help me process the pain. A secret he should have told me from the beginning. And when I found out that she’d been keeping so much hidden from me, he helped me try to understand.īut he had a secret too. He helped me deal with the fact that my best friend was never coming back.
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