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It’s a skill, honestly. You don’t realize how much effort you have to put in to not do anything. It’s exhausting. Almost as much as it would be if I actually did my homework. No, Emme and Sky time is good. I’ve missed hanging around with you, honestly. It’s been like, a little while. I’m not counting but, yeah. We should get food. I just like teasing you about Mari.

Four? Holy shit, Em! I have no idea you didn’t do that much. The fact that you’re not completely failing all of your classes is kind of impressive, then. Good job. Yes, of course I am. What do you mean? Of course I know you’re not Mari. If I wanted to ask Mari to hang out with me, I wouldn’t have asked you. Unless you want her to join us for some reason, then I could see what she’s up to. But I feel like I haven’t spent time with you recently. A little Emme and Sky time was all I was looking for.

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Okay well under those specifications... maybe four assignments. Max. Is that supposed to embarrass me? I don’t even care. Oh my god, are you actually asking me to hang out with you? Are you sure? You know I’m not Mari, right? 

Yeah, yeah, brag about it. Just as long as you don’t miss too much, and they end up kicking you out. We’ll have a problem on our hands if that ever happens. Tell me, sweet Emme, how many homework assignments have you actually done this year? No––just this semester. And I don’t mean copying from someone else, because that doesn’t really count. Trust me, I know, that’s all I do for about all of my classes. Don’t worry about it. It’s the end of the year, everyone is probably sick of having to go to sports events anyways. Plus, I understand. Oh, right, right. Totally forgot, my bad. Anyways, what are you doing after school tomorrow? Actually, let’s say thirty minutes after school tomorrow. I think that’s the longest the meeting will run. We could go grab a bite to eat or just hang out at my place, if you want.

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At least you’re tall. Oh, college. Ew. Yeah, I don’t even care about a diploma. I just wanna stop going to school in general.

Hey, I can totally relate – I’m a junior and I look like some lanky fourteen year old. All I want is my diploma so I can go to college and actually live my life.

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Hell, I miss so much school it’s like my life is summer. But I’m still excited. Like, sleeping in and stuff. No more worrying about how I’m gonna get away with not doing my homework. Yeah, that’s cool for you guys -- I’m sorry I haven’t been to more of your games. I wish I could but it’s kinda hard for me to get there. Ha. Why would I know anything about graduation? I’m a baby.

Don’t you think it’s crazy how summer will be starting soon? I can’t believe that it’s already here. I just want the days to keep on going by until we get this stupid school year over with. Finals for classes are coming up and I am not looking forward to that whatsoever. The only good thing about this time of the year is the baseball playoffs. The team’s doing pretty good so far, I wouldn’t be surprised if we end up playing until the final bracket. Wait, oh, shit––I think we have some graduation meeting tomorrow. Did you hear anything about that?

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I wish I had problems like that. I’m a junior and I still feel like a fucking freshman. But that’s probably because I look like one.

Is it possible to get senioritis if you’re not a senior? I swear, I’ve been going through all the symptoms lately.

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Did you talk to him afterwards? I’ve had that happen a few times, but it’s the worst thing ever when you never see them again.

So, I was dragged out to a cafe earlier today and it happened to be live entertainment night. I thought I’d be bored, but it was actually pretty entertaining. Especially when this random guy got up there with his guitar and started to sing. I swear, he sounded like an angel and I’m kind of in love. 

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Prom was fucking awful. Go figure. I looked like a twelve year old boy in my dress because you couldn’t see my boobs like at all, and my hair looked retarded. The music was boring. Typical stuff everyone listens to. I had nobody to hang out with and sat by myself pretty much the whole time. And the punch was spiked but it tasted like shit. Still got kind of drunk though. And then I left early and walked home. Fun fun fun.

I’ve thought about it once or twice. I don’t care who shows up as long as they have a good fucking time. But yeah, that’s why I hardly even want one. Burn me up and then dance around my ashes for all I care. That would be gross, yeah. Anyway, this is getting way too weird for me, surprisingly. The topic of our deaths may have been a little too morbid, even for us. How was prom? You never told me about it.

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Woah man, you’ve already planned your funeral? Not that I’m judging -- I should probably get to planning mine. Just in case. Except, there are only like, three people I’d actually want to attend. And funerals are so fucking expensive. If I die first, you should just spend the funeral money on something awesome. Get me cremated and like, scatter my ashes somewhere. Or put a little bit in a bowl. Would that be gross? Mix it with weed and smoke with me one more time, aw.

I’ll make up for it by writing jokes on the walls to make you laugh. They’ll be written in blood though. Uh, no crying. That’s not allowed. If I see you crying I’ll only make things worse for you. I don’t want anyone crying at my funeral either, I want everyone to hotbox the place and listen to Modest Mouse when they play live. Basically I have plans for a funeral party. It’ll all be written in my will. I’ll try not to die though, but I can’t really make any guarantees.

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But like, part of it has to be instinct, right? Like sex is an instinct. At least, regular sex, ha. Communication was basically an instinct too. Shouldn’t like, not fucking your family be one? I don’t know. Humans are weird.

I guess, if it wasn’t in there, none of this would be common sense. I mean, we grow up with the concept of all this being bad, cause we were taught it, but there has to be someone who started the teaching right?

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You’d still probably scare the shit out of me. Because you’ll turn off the tv and I’ll just assume it’s you but then you’ll like, go the extra mile and have me start hearing things. And then I’ll probably cry because you’re dead. Wow, that’s actually such a sad thought. Please never die.

Just know, if I die first I’ll do shit just to bug you. Like turn your tv off and move your phone and stuff. You’ll know it’s me, so you’ll probably tell me to stop but that’s when I’ll just turn all the lights off. That’s pretty clever. Who knows if there’s a magician out there already that does magic with a ghost. Yeah for sure, there’d definitely be like a whole ghost world. You can see all the other ghosts once you are one, I bet.

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You’re such a dad.

If you’re asking me to stop caring, I’m sorry, but that’s not going to happen any time soon. I want you to be happy, but I also know that you’re completely capable of doing this. Cross the college bridge when you get to it, you’re not there yet, so don’t worry about it. Right now you’re on the high school bridge, and I think we can both agree that it would be better to finish getting over that bridge instead of jumping off of it, right?

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Yeah, if you die first, you gotta come see me. Or I’ll come see you, if I have to. Ghosts can make shit levitate ‘n stuff, right? See we’ll put on an act -- make it look like I’m magic or something. Do you think when you die you get to meet all the other ghosts too? Like can I meet Michael Jackson or Cobain or something?

I’d wanna die in a hotel. Completely Steven King it. Or wait, no, I’d wanna die at a concert venue. That way I can still listen to live music even when I’m dead. Then I could fuck around with drunk people and see famous musicians. I probably will die while I’m high one day so I’ll come back as a ghost and let you know the answer.

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You don’t have to care, though. It doesn't effect you, and I don’t wanna like, disappoint you and stuff, so it’d be easier if you like, didn’t... I appreciate it, okay, but honestly. You shouldn’t worry about me so much. I don’t care about high school and I don’t know how I’ll ever get into college anyway.

I care though, Emme. It’s high school. College is another thing, but you have to finish high school. And you don’t know that. You have no clue what the end of next year is going to look like. The future is so unpredictable, it’s crazy. I’ve met people this year that have changed my life. I’m going to a school next semester I never even thought about when I was a junior. You can’t sell yourself short. You’re better than that.

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But don’t you get it? I just.. I don’t care. I don’t care about having a senior year or about high school. Because when it’s over I’m just gonna be stuck on my own. Withing nothing. I don’t know.

It’s true, though. It’s only one more year, and it’s the best year. Senior year, Em! You’ve got to make it there, and make it through it. As long as you try enough to pass classes, you’ll do it.