Bundled under her black and white comforter knowing her alarm will ring any second. Wraps the blanket around herself and rocks herself out of bed. Right as she does the alarm starts to ring. She tells it to shut up as she turns the switch to off. She goes out into the kitchen no one is up yet. Grabs herself a packet of oatmeal (Always strawberries and cream) She likes it thick and lukewarm with a glass of milk. While shes out there her dad comes out makes his coffee then leaves.After she eats her breakfast she slowly makes her way to her bedroom. The night before she lied out an outfit. Skinny Jeans and a purple button down shirt. She looks at herself in the body mirror by her dresser and pinches the fat around her hips and stomach. She takes off her fleece shirt and pants. She puts deodorant on and sprays herself with "Our moment" she put her shirt then her pants on. Goes into the bathroom. And brushes her red hair back into a messy bun. She applies her favorite makeup on her freckled face and her favorite lip balm on her small lips. She brushes her teeth with one of her eight toothbrushes and Colgate toothpaste. She runs into her room and puts her black flats on. Puts on her red jacket with the fur trim and walks out the door.  "Oh ****" she thinks "I forgot my back pack" She runs inside and grabs it. She makes her way to the bus stop. By the time she gets there everyone is there. About five minutes later the bus shows up. The bus is freeeezzzinnggg because the bus driver doesn't heat the bus. She sits in the seat still bundled up. A little later Aaron and Lori get on the bus. Aaron pushes her over and lies on top of her. Soon after the baybridge kids get on and it gets extremely loud. She talks to Brandie Logan Hannah and Aaron until the bus comes to her highschool. She walks off the bus and into the school. She walks to the cafeteria and puts her stuff down. She sees her best friend and walks around the school for what seemed like an hour. She sees her crush by his locker and tries to hide but he sees her and waves. She smiles and waves back shily. Soon after her class starts. Then she has lunch with him. She sits on her friends lap because there are no seats left. She checks her pockets for a dollar for a bagel but has none. One more class left. She finishes her school day and gets on the bus. (Pretty much the same thing but this time They have to pick the Jr high kids up) She gets to the bus stop and gets off of the bus. HOLY CRAP its freezing she thinks as she starts to walk home. Once she gets to her house she opens the door. She throws her stuff down and runs to the bathroom because she really has to go. Once shes done that she watches t.v. for a few hours. While procrastinating doing any homework or chores.  Finally at about 5 she decides to get some **** done... After dinner she washes the dishes and this one day asks to go on facebook. Her dad says yes so she goes on. She continuously sees Jessica's picture on facebook and tries to hold the tears in. After awhile she can't anymore. She asks her dad to take a shower but the real reason she wants to take a shower is so she can sob without people hearing her. Her dad says no though. She goes into her room and tries to find a razor.... nothing. She grabs a rock that for some reason appeared on her night stand.She srapes her arms over and over. She scratches fat into her stomach. she outlines the word Jess into her arm then crosses it out. Jess is gone she thought. She lies on her bed under the covers and silently cries until she falls asleep.

SEQUENCE ONE 1
The revolving year is rolling round towards its end The departing sun sinks down in funerals of fire Shadows already dark with the nothingness of night Drain the last glimmers of light from the dying day.
You come down a deserted Somerset lane, dismal, Dreary, muddy gutters choked with last years’ leaves Hedges bare and wind sighing between the thorns – So this is it then? Well it’s not much I have to say Just a **** in the ground with a corridor in it;
I bend down and squeeze myself into the passage
It’s damp and dark, sticky mud, puddles, cold stones
I shiver, If there were ever spirits here they’ve gone.
What a disappointment! What else was I expecting?
A waste of time. Hardly worth a visit. And yet –
To my surprise I find I can hardly tear myself away
Like going to see a friend and ****** he’s not in
And yet his empty room is his, it’s still full of him;
I am caught, compelled, drawn by I don’t know what -
They mixed up the bones, so the archaeologists say Ceremoniously moving them from chamber to chamber Skulls in one pile, femurs in another, thigh bones, hips - How strange! Involuntarily I shudder – pull yourself Together! Be sensible. And yet why did they do it?
Were they trying to fend off the emptiness of death
With ritual? That final howling black nothing that still
Today lies a cold tombstone hidden in all our hearts?
Or did they come here surprised? Did they see the dancing Spirits with inward Intellectual eyes? Did they pierce Through the veil of earthly sensibles to the bright invisibles?
My imagination escapes me and begins to race and soar Down the corridor we did not take through the door We never opened into the rose garden where the bones Are dancing amongst the roses, hurling and whirling

Hands and feet flying, in a flash in an infinite timeless
Crash of a nano-second skeletons shaking and howling with Laughter, jitterbugging bones leaping about in the bright light, Cavorting and jumping and shouting and yelling and bounding Sockets flying to joints and joints flying to sockets, stamping
And kicking as they rise up from their graves in the bright morning Faster and faster goes the wild dancing rocking and rolling
The shining bones somersaulting supple bending and bowing:
Yet I saw too
That inside time endings are beginnings and opposites meet; They are also sedately dancing to stately slow music
In recurring patterns of grave solemn bliss in their unbounded State of total consciousness, like the prisoners coming out Blinking shily unaccustomed to light in Fidelio,
The music, I note, is that of Beethoven Opus 132, the adagio Thanksgiving to God for recovery from my sickness.
The vision fades, the damp musty smell of earth returns Troubling questions hang like shadows in the dark corners Of the passage grave down the corridor we did not take
To where Mr Eliot’s beautiful lady waits – or does she? –
In that garden we imagined where I saw the spirits dancing Although I only pretended that I did – how can I entertain Such fantasies? And yet I cannot quite shake off the thought In spite of all my rational doubts that this is how it really is.