Owner: Jessica Domonique

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May 2013
[♥] 2 LIGHTS CONCERT
[♥] 4 Senior Prom
[♥] 10 Grad Nite @ Disneyland♥
[♥] 12 Mother's Day w/the family
[♥] 14 MY 18TH BIRTHDAY
[♥] 15 First night of my school play
[♥] 17 2nd night of my play
[] 18 Last night of my play
[] 23 High School Exit Interview
[] 29 2-Hour Senior Presentation




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Take out one person out of the love equation and you’ve got yourself an independent lover. Taking out two, well that’s just murder.  I ran towards the tall, marble building; out of breath and sweaty palms. My mind was focused on her and only her. I didn’t mean for it to go this far. I didn’t mean to drag her into this. My men didn’t know the problem would be this unfix-able. The only thing that could save her was her faith.  Growing impatient, I plummeted into the glass doors. That bomb was going to go off any minute now, so which room was she in?  I can hear the questions in her mind, repeating over and over. “Where is he?” “Why am I here?” “What have I done to deserve this?”  And then, click. An aggressive realization topples over my conscious as I stand in the middle of the tiled lobby. I’m in the wrong building.  
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“How long has it been?”  Silence fills the room for a full minute. Selena knew exactly how much time had passed since he’s been gone. She gathers up enough strength to answer the reporter without bursting into tears. She clears her throat, “Uhm, a year…..a year and 5 months as of today.”  She couldn’t bare remembering anything else. Just the time and the date.  “Is it hard…..to do the things you guys used to do together, by yourself? I mean, some people, when they’re loved ones pass, they usually keep their ashes in a vase or pictures to remind them that they’d want you to keep living; keep striving to be happy.”  Selena stared blankly across at the reporter; looking through her, almost. Did she just ask that? Is it hard? Is it hard to wake up everyday to an empty bedside? Is it hard to make coffee or a big breakfast, only to see yourself eating it alone after? Is it hard to get stares and have people feel sorry for you because you literally have no one else to love? Is it hard? Pretty soon, tears started to flow. And she sniffled a couples times before answering, “Yeah, it’s uhh…pretty hard I just….” she bit her lip, trying not to scream out, “Just gotta keep your head up,” she faked a chuckle before softly sobbing.  It’s not hard. It just makes you completely numb, forever. 
“Babe, where are the wedding invitations?” Selena asked while scurrying across the room, frantically searching.  Justin came in with a bag of chips and a cheesy ring around his lips, “I put them in the basket like you said.” Crunch, crunch, crunch.  She stood upright and put one hand on her hip, “You think this isn’t important? I have a WEDDING to plan, not a birthday party, not a stupid concert, A WEDDING!” she screeched. He wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his sweater and walked over to her, “Babe, it’s okay. We’ll find them. My mom must have moved them somewhere.” She lifted her hands into the air in fustration, “Ugh, Justin! You had one job, ONE job! And you blew it. I’m gonna get fired, I’m gonna be late for rehearsal,” she ranted on while grabbing her purse and walking out the door, “Bridesmaids dresses and dinner parties! God, Justin!”  Justin could hear her echoed voice start to fade into nothing down the hotel hallway. He rolled his eyes and plopped himself onto the bed. He let his head drop until it was completely upside down. Right then he saw something under the bed. He grabbed it quickly; the wedding invitations. 
“Alright, hold still,” he said as he snapped at least 10 times in 3 seconds.  Selena seemed to grow impatient, so she began to make funny faces into the camera.  Justin laughed aloud. “Sel, stop! I’m trying to take your picture. Beautiful smile, babe.” He chuckled and snapped one more photo before throwing the camera aside. She smiled and crawled towards him on the silky sheets. “How much do you love me?” she asked before cuddling into his chest. He smoothed out his hand so it could stroke her thigh.  “To the stars and beyond.” 
“Oh my God! Did I just witness eye contact between you and the new kid, Sel?”  Her lips curved into a shy smile, “He’s so not my type.”  The way he looked at her, as if he knew all her secrets.  All of a sudden, a wisp of cologne contacted her nostrils.  “Don’t worry babe, you’re not my type either,” and walked away with the sexiest grin a girl ever did see on a boy. 
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When saying ‘Hi’ to your crush

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Reality: 

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