I didn't mean to startle her. The poor girl was frantically checking over her schedule, no doubt pondering where the hell her next class might be. I walked towards her confidently, intent on giving her a helping hand. She jumped in complete surprise, blushing at her obvious anxiety.

"I'm sorry but I noticed you might be having some trouble...?"

She smiled, nodding in response and then saying, in an obvious australian accent, "I can't find my American Cultures classroom..."

"Mr. Finch, I'm guessing? I can't help but notice...you must be a freshman."

"Is it that obvious?" Stella replied meekly, brushing a strand of hair from her eyes. This is going to be a long year...

She was possibly one of the nicest freshman I've met since my sophomore year. Too bad she might not be in school the rest of the year...poor thing was in a car accident just yesterday. Apparently, as I've heard, she's still in a coma...

 It turns out that I had a miscarriage but Benji is very upset. I'm not sure from relief or from sadness. It's hard to tell with him. He's one of a kind. But that's how I fell in love with him.

I'm not sure if Roma is pissed or not but at the prom she seemed really upset. Meagan is anturally pissed off. It'sher cousin. Besides, if I would've had this baby he'd need to clean up before seeing it.

He has problems...but I love him.

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Sunday mornings usually started out with mother forcing me to leave the comfy confinements of my bed and get dolled up for church. Most of the time she would fail at succeeding but today she was lucky. After last night, I'd been in an excellent mood. I even dreamt about Benji throwing Cotton Candy in my face. Strange huh? I guess I've been fantasizing how our summer is going to be together. You can definately tell he's my first boyfriend. I just don't know how to act around him! It's as if my body's not used to this intense excitement. Anyway, mom had been quite shocked when I answered with a ,"Sure...whatever." Her jaw dropped almost immediately and the hairdryer she'd been holding landed with a clank on my bedroom floor.That didn't surprise me much since she's the most clumsiest person I know. But my hand started twitching and it wouldn't stop, but I didn't think anything of it. It's happened before...just not this bad. 

She picked it up, still in shock by my unexpected answer and headed to the bathroom to get her daily morning shower. I smiled slightly to myself clicking on the TV, expecting some humdrum outdated television shows but instead encountered Spongebob Squarepants on Nickelodean. Just when Patrick was about to show spongebob the 'carnival', someone rapped on the door. I sighed not really feeling like getting off my lazy butt. On my way down the stars, I felt a strange feeling overcome my entire body. It's as if someone pushed the pause button on a remote contoller. I screamed frantically as I catapulted down the wide staircase and collapsed on the hardwood floor. Not only couldn't I move but also my breathing became ragged , my ribs started aching and my eyes were rolling uncontrollably. Pretty soon, as my dad walked into the door and gasped frightfully at the sight of my strange condition , the room spiraled into a pitcher of black cherry coke.

The sound of sirens ricocheted in and out of my eardrums as I came in and out of consiousness.Before I knew it, 3 paramedics lifted me off the hard floor and on to a stiff, yet more comfortable stretcher. They placed an Oxygen mask on me as I began to convulse. I could almost hear my ribcage pleading to be set free of the pressure. Thump thump thump.My heart ran faster than a toddler on rollerskates, practically choking me to death. I tried to cry out but I couldn't. I had no control over my own body.

I remember arriving at the hospital and being hooked up to tons of beeping machines. The IV needle pierced my skin forcefully as they placed a long plastic tube down my throat. Surprisingly, I didn't gasp for air. In fact...it was helping me breathe. But it's as if I needed to teach myself this simple bodily fuunction over again. Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale. Eventually, I fell back into the less than wonderful land of dreams where the marvelous prince Benji awaited me and took me on magnificent surreal adventures.