Laurie | WIP... Need help...

I live in a small town on the outskirts of town. I go to a school at which everyone in town knows your name, address, and just about everything they shouldn’t know. When we get new students, they usually aren’t welcomed very often. In fact, you could say that our school is a big cliché. We don’t accecpt anyone for a long time. In fact, if students move away but move back later we still don’t welcome them. Its there fault for moving away.
I’d never had a girlfriend before. I mean before I met Laurie. Sure, I might have had the movie-dates or whatever you want to call them but those don’t count I mean its sort of like socks and shoes. Just because you go to a movie doesn’t mean the girl is your girlfriend.
Laurie was a new student who was just like everyone else. Not welcomed. But you know, Laurie had a characteristic about her that made everyone want to get to know her. She transferred in from another school at the start of 3rd quarter, after Christmas Break.

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My eyes swept the horizon. Somewhere was Laurie. My girlfriend, the only one I’d ever had. Her long tanned legs perfectly in step strode out from beneath her as she ran towards the finish line. Towards me. Some would say she’s a good athlete. Others would say a good student. But I say, she’s everything I want. Everything I need.
Joining in as she ran past for her warm down run I matched her stride for stride. I matched her for about, a half of a mile. Then I said “Your too good for me.” And fell back. Where I watched her long, blond, hair coming out from the back of her head. I sort of slowed down so much she was at the finish line tapping her foot waiting for me. I’m not even going to lie. She smoked me by a good minute. I lay on the grass and coughed.
She looked at me and rolled her eyes “Sometimes I don’t know why I go out with you. You are such a wimp.”
“Cause there is no one as good as me out there” All right, So I am your average 18 year old male, just plain cocky sometimes.
“So, Mr. Hotshot any plans for tonight?” It was Friday night, after school. I was free, every Friday for the past year Laurie and I would run about 8 miles after school, It plain murdered me to do the full 8 miles, I don’t run everyday like Laurie. I’m a very bad cross country runner. So I usually only do 6 miles and then the warm down.
I wanted to say something very cheesy to her, but the fact was. I’d probably get slapped. “Not really… I have that stupid Spanish quiz to study for and the chemistry test.”

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I can remember the day Laurie died. Why is it me who is the one who survives, the one who always has to deal with the bad side of things? I don’t know why Laurie even took an interest in me, but she did. Maybe she was just the type of person to want to help people. I am guessing it could have been because I’m athletic, well I mean I run, I play and I have some game. But anyway, all 115 pounds of that beautiful girl got me to do the impossible; change.
The story begins in the small town of Elsberry. The setting; 10th grade. This is the day John, that’s me, got a life. I guess I was just looking for someone to talk to, it just happened to be Laurie, a cheerleader.
“Can I talk to you?” I asked.
“Sure, I don’t have a problem with talking.” She smiled.
“I’m stuck in a horrible home, my parents don’t care about me, or what I do, and they could care less if I got hit by a car or something. I need help, but I don’t know where to go or who to talk too. Heck, I have no idea why I’m even talking to you. I mean you’re just a cheerleader”
I was pretty close to crying right then, but John Frey doesn’t cry in front of anyone so I shoved it down and took it like a man, as my father would have said. I was trying to read her eyes, were they compassionate, sad, disappointed, or were they all three at the same time?
“Come on, I want to show you something. Oh and for the record, I do care.”
“All right” I followed her out of the school building and down to my car. We skipped 6th and 7th hour and we drove over to Laurie’s house. She showed me a little black book, probably a diary. She flipped to a page, sat down next to me and pointed to a passage.
“I can’t let anyone get me down, I may feel hated, I may not feel loved, liked or any of that nature, but I will NOT let anyone get me down.”
I took the book from her, closed it and set it down on the table in front of us and said “Wow.” That was all I could manage, I didn’t know she dealt with the same problems as me. Laurie always had a smile on her face; she never looked like she was sad. “You’re the only person I’ve ever told about it…” She said in a quiet voice.
“Wow, thanks for showing me.”
“Yeah, no problem. Anyway, you want to go get some pizza?”
“Sure… It’s not like my parents care anyway.” I let a slow grin come out. I mean, if you were there and you saw that smile of hers, you would have grinned too. I drove down to Pizza Palace. We got a booth and ordered our pizza, our favorite, pepperoni pizza. I got to know her in the 4 hours we ended up spending at the Pizza Palace. We went through probably 2 gallons of soda, 2 pizzas and about 3 trips to the bathroom. That’s how it began-our love for each other. But I’m sure your wondering why Laurie is not here. Well, the straight answer is, Laurie is dead now. It’s my entire fault too.

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