That was the only letter from her.
I had sent her a letter in reply to hers, but never heard back. Maybe she was busy. I waited a month and sent another letter, again, no response.
Another month passed. This time there was a response. Or, rather, the letter I sent her was returned with “Not known at this address” written in an unfamiliar hand. My heart stopped.
The next day I received a letter from a friend of hers.
Wanting to know if I had heard from her.
The letter explained that she seemed to have fallen into a depression after my leaving, but she seemed to have cheered up when she started receiving my postcards and put them up in her locker. She was near ecstatic when she got my letter. But after two weeks, she started to become withdrawn and distant. She no longer went to the study groups at the coffeehouse. School attendance started to drop off. Then she started giving things away.
In tenth grade, one of the the twelfth graders committed suicide. The adults reacted to it the adults do: All teenagers were now going to off themselves! The result? Anyone writing a depressing poem was having suicidal ideations! Or had Ms. Archer’s creative writing class.
Unfortunately, she was showing most of the signs we were told to look out for.
Three days before Spring Break, she stopped coming to school. When her friend called, her mother said she wasn’t available.
The next day, Thursday, got the answering machine.
Friday, The phone just rang. There was no answer.
Saturday, the number had been disconnected.
Monday, a group of them went by her house. She, and her family, were gone. A moving van was packing all their stuff up. They wouldn’t say where they had gone or where they were moving all their things to. A man in a suit then told them all to leave. He was a big man and made no effort to hide the gun in the shoulder holster he wore under his suit jacket.
When a big man in a suit, wearing sunglasses and a gun tells you to leave, you do.
They decided to go to the school and break into her locker. A friend of ours could pick any lock. He didn’t bother; he just kicked the handle really hard and broke the lock.
All they found in her locker was a slip of paper with my address written on it. Her friend wrote me to see if I knew anything. I had to write back stating that I hadn’t, but would let her know if I did and asked that she would do the same.
We kept in touch sporadically and by summer, we had stopped. There was no new information and she hadn’t contacted anyone. She had simply disappeared.
I had sent her a letter in reply to hers, but never heard back. Maybe she was busy. I waited a month and sent another letter, again, no response.
Another month passed. This time there was a response. Or, rather, the letter I sent her was returned with “Not known at this address” written in an unfamiliar hand. My heart stopped.
The next day I received a letter from a friend of hers.
Wanting to know if I had heard from her.
The letter explained that she seemed to have fallen into a depression after my leaving, but she seemed to have cheered up when she started receiving my postcards and put them up in her locker. She was near ecstatic when she got my letter. But after two weeks, she started to become withdrawn and distant. She no longer went to the study groups at the coffeehouse. School attendance started to drop off. Then she started giving things away.
In tenth grade, one of the the twelfth graders committed suicide. The adults reacted to it the adults do: All teenagers were now going to off themselves! The result? Anyone writing a depressing poem was having suicidal ideations! Or had Ms. Archer’s creative writing class.
Unfortunately, she was showing most of the signs we were told to look out for.
Three days before Spring Break, she stopped coming to school. When her friend called, her mother said she wasn’t available.
The next day, Thursday, got the answering machine.
Friday, The phone just rang. There was no answer.
Saturday, the number had been disconnected.
Monday, a group of them went by her house. She, and her family, were gone. A moving van was packing all their stuff up. They wouldn’t say where they had gone or where they were moving all their things to. A man in a suit then told them all to leave. He was a big man and made no effort to hide the gun in the shoulder holster he wore under his suit jacket.
When a big man in a suit, wearing sunglasses and a gun tells you to leave, you do.
They decided to go to the school and break into her locker. A friend of ours could pick any lock. He didn’t bother; he just kicked the handle really hard and broke the lock.
All they found in her locker was a slip of paper with my address written on it. Her friend wrote me to see if I knew anything. I had to write back stating that I hadn’t, but would let her know if I did and asked that she would do the same.
We kept in touch sporadically and by summer, we had stopped. There was no new information and she hadn’t contacted anyone. She had simply disappeared.
Another month passed. This time there was a response. Or, rather, the letter I sent her was returned with “Not known at this address” written in an unfamiliar hand. My heart stopped.
The next day I received a letter from a friend of hers.
Wanting to know if I had heard from her.
The letter explained that she seemed to have fallen into a depression after my leaving, but she seemed to have cheered up when she started receiving my postcards and put them up in her locker. She was near ecstatic when she got my letter. But after two weeks, she started to become withdrawn and distant. She no longer went to the study groups at the coffeehouse. School attendance started to drop off. Then she started giving things away.
In tenth grade, one of the the twelfth graders committed suicide. The adults reacted to it the adults do: All teenagers were now going to off themselves! The result? Anyone writing a depressing poem was having suicidal ideations! Or had Ms. Archer’s creative writing class.
Unfortunately, she was showing most of the signs we were told to look out for.
Three days before Spring Break, she stopped coming to school. When her friend called, her mother said she wasn’t available.
The next day, Thursday, got the answering machine.
Friday, The phone just rang. There was no answer.
Saturday, the number had been disconnected.
Monday, a group of them went by her house. She, and her family, were gone. A moving van was packing all their stuff up. They wouldn’t say where they had gone or where they were moving all their things to. A man in a suit then told them all to leave. He was a big man and made no effort to hide the gun in the shoulder holster he wore under his suit jacket.
When a big man in a suit, wearing sunglasses and a gun tells you to leave, you do.
They decided to go to the school and break into her locker. A friend of ours could pick any lock. He didn’t bother; he just kicked the handle really hard and broke the lock.
All they found in her locker was a slip of paper with my address written on it. Her friend wrote me to see if I knew anything. I had to write back stating that I hadn’t, but would let her know if I did and asked that she would do the same.
We kept in touch sporadically and by summer, we had stopped. There was no new information and she hadn’t contacted anyone. She had simply disappeared.
The next day I received a letter from a friend of hers.
Wanting to know if I had heard from her.
The letter explained that she seemed to have fallen into a depression after my leaving, but she seemed to have cheered up when she started receiving my postcards and put them up in her locker. She was near ecstatic when she got my letter. But after two weeks, she started to become withdrawn and distant. She no longer went to the study groups at the coffeehouse. School attendance started to drop off. Then she started giving things away.
In tenth grade, one of the the twelfth graders committed suicide. The adults reacted to it the adults do: All teenagers were now going to off themselves! The result? Anyone writing a depressing poem was having suicidal ideations! Or had Ms. Archer’s creative writing class.
Unfortunately, she was showing most of the signs we were told to look out for.
Three days before Spring Break, she stopped coming to school. When her friend called, her mother said she wasn’t available.
The next day, Thursday, got the answering machine.
Friday, The phone just rang. There was no answer.
Saturday, the number had been disconnected.
Monday, a group of them went by her house. She, and her family, were gone. A moving van was packing all their stuff up. They wouldn’t say where they had gone or where they were moving all their things to. A man in a suit then told them all to leave. He was a big man and made no effort to hide the gun in the shoulder holster he wore under his suit jacket.
When a big man in a suit, wearing sunglasses and a gun tells you to leave, you do.
They decided to go to the school and break into her locker. A friend of ours could pick any lock. He didn’t bother; he just kicked the handle really hard and broke the lock.
All they found in her locker was a slip of paper with my address written on it. Her friend wrote me to see if I knew anything. I had to write back stating that I hadn’t, but would let her know if I did and asked that she would do the same.
We kept in touch sporadically and by summer, we had stopped. There was no new information and she hadn’t contacted anyone. She had simply disappeared.
Wanting to know if I had heard from her.
The letter explained that she seemed to have fallen into a depression after my leaving, but she seemed to have cheered up when she started receiving my postcards and put them up in her locker. She was near ecstatic when she got my letter. But after two weeks, she started to become withdrawn and distant. She no longer went to the study groups at the coffeehouse. School attendance started to drop off. Then she started giving things away.
In tenth grade, one of the the twelfth graders committed suicide. The adults reacted to it the adults do: All teenagers were now going to off themselves! The result? Anyone writing a depressing poem was having suicidal ideations! Or had Ms. Archer’s creative writing class.
Unfortunately, she was showing most of the signs we were told to look out for.
Three days before Spring Break, she stopped coming to school. When her friend called, her mother said she wasn’t available.
The next day, Thursday, got the answering machine.
Friday, The phone just rang. There was no answer.
Saturday, the number had been disconnected.
Monday, a group of them went by her house. She, and her family, were gone. A moving van was packing all their stuff up. They wouldn’t say where they had gone or where they were moving all their things to. A man in a suit then told them all to leave. He was a big man and made no effort to hide the gun in the shoulder holster he wore under his suit jacket.
When a big man in a suit, wearing sunglasses and a gun tells you to leave, you do.
They decided to go to the school and break into her locker. A friend of ours could pick any lock. He didn’t bother; he just kicked the handle really hard and broke the lock.
All they found in her locker was a slip of paper with my address written on it. Her friend wrote me to see if I knew anything. I had to write back stating that I hadn’t, but would let her know if I did and asked that she would do the same.
We kept in touch sporadically and by summer, we had stopped. There was no new information and she hadn’t contacted anyone. She had simply disappeared.
The letter explained that she seemed to have fallen into a depression after my leaving, but she seemed to have cheered up when she started receiving my postcards and put them up in her locker. She was near ecstatic when she got my letter. But after two weeks, she started to become withdrawn and distant. She no longer went to the study groups at the coffeehouse. School attendance started to drop off. Then she started giving things away.
In tenth grade, one of the the twelfth graders committed suicide. The adults reacted to it the adults do: All teenagers were now going to off themselves! The result? Anyone writing a depressing poem was having suicidal ideations! Or had Ms. Archer’s creative writing class.
Unfortunately, she was showing most of the signs we were told to look out for.
Three days before Spring Break, she stopped coming to school. When her friend called, her mother said she wasn’t available.
The next day, Thursday, got the answering machine.
Friday, The phone just rang. There was no answer.
Saturday, the number had been disconnected.
Monday, a group of them went by her house. She, and her family, were gone. A moving van was packing all their stuff up. They wouldn’t say where they had gone or where they were moving all their things to. A man in a suit then told them all to leave. He was a big man and made no effort to hide the gun in the shoulder holster he wore under his suit jacket.
When a big man in a suit, wearing sunglasses and a gun tells you to leave, you do.
They decided to go to the school and break into her locker. A friend of ours could pick any lock. He didn’t bother; he just kicked the handle really hard and broke the lock.
All they found in her locker was a slip of paper with my address written on it. Her friend wrote me to see if I knew anything. I had to write back stating that I hadn’t, but would let her know if I did and asked that she would do the same.
We kept in touch sporadically and by summer, we had stopped. There was no new information and she hadn’t contacted anyone. She had simply disappeared.
In tenth grade, one of the the twelfth graders committed suicide. The adults reacted to it the adults do: All teenagers were now going to off themselves! The result? Anyone writing a depressing poem was having suicidal ideations! Or had Ms. Archer’s creative writing class.
Unfortunately, she was showing most of the signs we were told to look out for.
Three days before Spring Break, she stopped coming to school. When her friend called, her mother said she wasn’t available.
The next day, Thursday, got the answering machine.
Friday, The phone just rang. There was no answer.
Saturday, the number had been disconnected.
Monday, a group of them went by her house. She, and her family, were gone. A moving van was packing all their stuff up. They wouldn’t say where they had gone or where they were moving all their things to. A man in a suit then told them all to leave. He was a big man and made no effort to hide the gun in the shoulder holster he wore under his suit jacket.
When a big man in a suit, wearing sunglasses and a gun tells you to leave, you do.
They decided to go to the school and break into her locker. A friend of ours could pick any lock. He didn’t bother; he just kicked the handle really hard and broke the lock.
All they found in her locker was a slip of paper with my address written on it. Her friend wrote me to see if I knew anything. I had to write back stating that I hadn’t, but would let her know if I did and asked that she would do the same.
We kept in touch sporadically and by summer, we had stopped. There was no new information and she hadn’t contacted anyone. She had simply disappeared.
Unfortunately, she was showing most of the signs we were told to look out for.
Three days before Spring Break, she stopped coming to school. When her friend called, her mother said she wasn’t available.
The next day, Thursday, got the answering machine.
Friday, The phone just rang. There was no answer.
Saturday, the number had been disconnected.
Monday, a group of them went by her house. She, and her family, were gone. A moving van was packing all their stuff up. They wouldn’t say where they had gone or where they were moving all their things to. A man in a suit then told them all to leave. He was a big man and made no effort to hide the gun in the shoulder holster he wore under his suit jacket.
When a big man in a suit, wearing sunglasses and a gun tells you to leave, you do.
They decided to go to the school and break into her locker. A friend of ours could pick any lock. He didn’t bother; he just kicked the handle really hard and broke the lock.
All they found in her locker was a slip of paper with my address written on it. Her friend wrote me to see if I knew anything. I had to write back stating that I hadn’t, but would let her know if I did and asked that she would do the same.
We kept in touch sporadically and by summer, we had stopped. There was no new information and she hadn’t contacted anyone. She had simply disappeared.
Three days before Spring Break, she stopped coming to school. When her friend called, her mother said she wasn’t available.
The next day, Thursday, got the answering machine.
Friday, The phone just rang. There was no answer.
Saturday, the number had been disconnected.
Monday, a group of them went by her house. She, and her family, were gone. A moving van was packing all their stuff up. They wouldn’t say where they had gone or where they were moving all their things to. A man in a suit then told them all to leave. He was a big man and made no effort to hide the gun in the shoulder holster he wore under his suit jacket.
When a big man in a suit, wearing sunglasses and a gun tells you to leave, you do.
They decided to go to the school and break into her locker. A friend of ours could pick any lock. He didn’t bother; he just kicked the handle really hard and broke the lock.
All they found in her locker was a slip of paper with my address written on it. Her friend wrote me to see if I knew anything. I had to write back stating that I hadn’t, but would let her know if I did and asked that she would do the same.
We kept in touch sporadically and by summer, we had stopped. There was no new information and she hadn’t contacted anyone. She had simply disappeared.
The next day, Thursday, got the answering machine.
Friday, The phone just rang. There was no answer.
Saturday, the number had been disconnected.
Monday, a group of them went by her house. She, and her family, were gone. A moving van was packing all their stuff up. They wouldn’t say where they had gone or where they were moving all their things to. A man in a suit then told them all to leave. He was a big man and made no effort to hide the gun in the shoulder holster he wore under his suit jacket.
When a big man in a suit, wearing sunglasses and a gun tells you to leave, you do.
They decided to go to the school and break into her locker. A friend of ours could pick any lock. He didn’t bother; he just kicked the handle really hard and broke the lock.
All they found in her locker was a slip of paper with my address written on it. Her friend wrote me to see if I knew anything. I had to write back stating that I hadn’t, but would let her know if I did and asked that she would do the same.
We kept in touch sporadically and by summer, we had stopped. There was no new information and she hadn’t contacted anyone. She had simply disappeared.
Friday, The phone just rang. There was no answer.
Saturday, the number had been disconnected.
Monday, a group of them went by her house. She, and her family, were gone. A moving van was packing all their stuff up. They wouldn’t say where they had gone or where they were moving all their things to. A man in a suit then told them all to leave. He was a big man and made no effort to hide the gun in the shoulder holster he wore under his suit jacket.
When a big man in a suit, wearing sunglasses and a gun tells you to leave, you do.
They decided to go to the school and break into her locker. A friend of ours could pick any lock. He didn’t bother; he just kicked the handle really hard and broke the lock.
All they found in her locker was a slip of paper with my address written on it. Her friend wrote me to see if I knew anything. I had to write back stating that I hadn’t, but would let her know if I did and asked that she would do the same.
We kept in touch sporadically and by summer, we had stopped. There was no new information and she hadn’t contacted anyone. She had simply disappeared.
Saturday, the number had been disconnected.
Monday, a group of them went by her house. She, and her family, were gone. A moving van was packing all their stuff up. They wouldn’t say where they had gone or where they were moving all their things to. A man in a suit then told them all to leave. He was a big man and made no effort to hide the gun in the shoulder holster he wore under his suit jacket.
When a big man in a suit, wearing sunglasses and a gun tells you to leave, you do.
They decided to go to the school and break into her locker. A friend of ours could pick any lock. He didn’t bother; he just kicked the handle really hard and broke the lock.
All they found in her locker was a slip of paper with my address written on it. Her friend wrote me to see if I knew anything. I had to write back stating that I hadn’t, but would let her know if I did and asked that she would do the same.
We kept in touch sporadically and by summer, we had stopped. There was no new information and she hadn’t contacted anyone. She had simply disappeared.
Monday, a group of them went by her house. She, and her family, were gone. A moving van was packing all their stuff up. They wouldn’t say where they had gone or where they were moving all their things to. A man in a suit then told them all to leave. He was a big man and made no effort to hide the gun in the shoulder holster he wore under his suit jacket.
When a big man in a suit, wearing sunglasses and a gun tells you to leave, you do.
They decided to go to the school and break into her locker. A friend of ours could pick any lock. He didn’t bother; he just kicked the handle really hard and broke the lock.
All they found in her locker was a slip of paper with my address written on it. Her friend wrote me to see if I knew anything. I had to write back stating that I hadn’t, but would let her know if I did and asked that she would do the same.
We kept in touch sporadically and by summer, we had stopped. There was no new information and she hadn’t contacted anyone. She had simply disappeared.
When a big man in a suit, wearing sunglasses and a gun tells you to leave, you do.
They decided to go to the school and break into her locker. A friend of ours could pick any lock. He didn’t bother; he just kicked the handle really hard and broke the lock.
All they found in her locker was a slip of paper with my address written on it. Her friend wrote me to see if I knew anything. I had to write back stating that I hadn’t, but would let her know if I did and asked that she would do the same.
We kept in touch sporadically and by summer, we had stopped. There was no new information and she hadn’t contacted anyone. She had simply disappeared.
They decided to go to the school and break into her locker. A friend of ours could pick any lock. He didn’t bother; he just kicked the handle really hard and broke the lock.
All they found in her locker was a slip of paper with my address written on it. Her friend wrote me to see if I knew anything. I had to write back stating that I hadn’t, but would let her know if I did and asked that she would do the same.
We kept in touch sporadically and by summer, we had stopped. There was no new information and she hadn’t contacted anyone. She had simply disappeared.
All they found in her locker was a slip of paper with my address written on it. Her friend wrote me to see if I knew anything. I had to write back stating that I hadn’t, but would let her know if I did and asked that she would do the same.
We kept in touch sporadically and by summer, we had stopped. There was no new information and she hadn’t contacted anyone. She had simply disappeared.
We kept in touch sporadically and by summer, we had stopped. There was no new information and she hadn’t contacted anyone. She had simply disappeared.
We kept in touch sporadically and by summer, we had stopped. There was no new information and she hadn’t contacted anyone. She had simply disappeared.
As we drove across country I would send her a postcard from wherever we stopped, like she did on her summer breaks. When we got to our new house, I sent her a letter with our address. She replied.
That was the only letter from her.
I had sent her a letter in reply to hers, but never heard back. Maybe she was busy. I waited a month and sent another letter, again, no response.
Another month passed. This time there was a response. Or, rather, the letter I sent her was returned with “Not known at this address” written in an unfamiliar hand. My heart stopped.
The next day I received a letter from a friend of hers.
Wanting to know if I had heard from her.
The letter explained that she seemed to have fallen into a depression after my leaving, but she seemed to have cheered up when she started receiving my postcards and put them up in her locker. She was near ecstatic when she got my letter. But after two weeks, she started to become withdrawn and distant. She no longer went to the study groups at the coffeehouse. School attendance started to drop off. Then she started giving things away.
In tenth grade, one of the the twelfth graders committed suicide. The adults reacted to it the adults do: All teenagers were now going to off themselves! The result? Anyone writing a depressing poem was having suicidal ideations! Or had Ms. Archer’s creative writing class.
Unfortunately, she was showing most of the signs we were told to look out for.
Three days before Spring Break, she stopped coming to school. When her friend called, her mother said she wasn’t available.
The next day, Thursday, got the answering machine.
Friday, The phone just rang. There was no answer.
Saturday, the number had been disconnected.
Monday, a group of them went by her house. She, and her family, were gone. A moving van was packing all their stuff up. They wouldn’t say where they had gone or where they were moving all their things to. A man in a suit then told them all to leave. He was a big man and made no effort to hide the gun in the shoulder holster he wore under his suit jacket.
When a big man in a suit, wearing sunglasses and a gun tells you to leave, you do.
They decided to go to the school and break into her locker. A friend of ours could pick any lock. He didn’t bother; he just kicked the handle really hard and broke the lock.
All they found in her locker was a slip of paper with my address written on it. Her friend wrote me to see if I knew anything. I had to write back stating that I hadn’t, but would let her know if I did and asked that she would do the same.
We kept in touch sporadically and by summer, we had stopped. There was no new information and she hadn’t contacted anyone. She had simply disappeared.
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