How to Live ◦ ON HOLD

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Dedicated to a wonderful and inspiring girl, Lucy.

Prologue

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It is about 6 hours before the commence of what is supposedly going to be the best night of my life. Julia is extremely ecstatic about the fact that I will be attending my first dance at Maple Ridge High. Although, I do not see the real significance of these type of occasions, I have certainly been persuaded to go. But by persuaded I mean that I was given the, "I'm Your Friend and Want to Hang Out With You." Speech, and there was said to be free food. Besides the fact, I guess I might find some enjoyment in going to the dance and you could say that I am somewhat excited to attend. Though I do feel a bit nervous.

There are still a couple of preparations to be made, but for the moment, Julia and I are trying to decide what we are going to eat for lunch.

"Pizza? I can order pizza!" Julia exclaims, holding up her phone. "Um, why don't we just make sandwiches?" I suggest, considering that fact that we've been eating a lot of pizza for the last couple of days.

"Yeah, that's a good idea, too," she mumbles and we start setting up a miniature sandwich bar.

"Where's the Mayo?" she asks while rummaging through the refrigerator. "I know we have it somewhere." I hear her state and I turn to see her with a look of confusion on her face.

"It's right in front of you, Julia," I tell her as I reach over and grab the container out of the fridge, chuckling. "Right," she responds while glaring at the spot the Mayo was in.

Kind of like dad, I think with a sigh. I put the Mayonnaise on the kitchen island and immediately try to stop thinking about him.
This is a happy day, that will be filled with carefree events, and untroubled thoughts! There is just no room for sad memories. I assert myself.

Julia gathers the rest of the ingredients as I set down some plates. "Okay!" Julia claps her hands together and I sit down. Unexpectedly, she snatches some bread off of the island and offers to toast it.

My eyes go wide, "No!" I jump to my feet and take the bread out of her hand. "We don't want a repeat of last time," I state while walking over to our brand new silver toaster and putting the bread in.

Julia flashes me a sheepish grin, "I've been practicing."

I give her a reassuring smile and a pat on the shoulder. "I know Julia, I know."

"Well, Bon appétite!" she says when the toast pops out of the toaster.

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After having our usual chat about our day, we finish eating lunch and wash the dishes.

"Be ready by 7:00 Tessa, okay?"she reminds me after we are done. "Okay," I respond, drying my hands off, "See you later!"

I rush upstairs to my room and sit at my desk. I grab my blue journal and pen, and then check the time. Okay, I have about 6 hours. Let's do this.

Excitedly, I open my journal and flip to a crisp, clean page. I contemplate how to begin my entry before I start to write. Suddenly an idea popped into my head.

Instead of writing about how my day went, today, why don't I write a little story. It all started terribly a bit like this...

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Hello my peasants. Don't die and keep reading cause I'm gonna teach you how to live. (Jk I don't even have a life myself.) but seriously this is a fictional story so if you want someone to tell you how to live then you should go to a trusted adult or... something...

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