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Burial Plot

Yesterday someone was buried in my burial plot. I’m in shock. The person who died was a seventeen-year-old boy. His name was Tenant Miller and he died a week and a half ago.

The curious thing about it is that he’s not from around here. I didn’t realize that the burial place I picked out for myself was actually part of his family’s plot. All to the right of him are Millers. His grandparents lived here twenty years ago and no one has seen anything of Tenant’s parents in decades. It’s so strange. He wasn’t from here. He didn’t belong here and now he’s going to be here for eternity.

Why?

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Kerry woke up. The moon was a white disc of light and it was aligned perfectly so it could shine through the vertical gap between her window frame and the Venetian blinds. She got up and looked out the window. The night was beautiful.

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Then slowly, she heard something. It took her a minute before she realized that someone was in the living room watching T.V. Kerry tiptoed out and found her brother watching a late-night dating show.

“What are you watching?” she asked as a scantily clad woman explained how her boyfriend didn’t satisfy her in bed.

“Nothing,” Aaron answered, flicking to another channel that was showing a black and white film. Then he flipped again to a Star Trek episode and then again to late-night news.

She knew better than to imagine that he was really interested in the dating show. Anything he hadn’t seen before was a welcome change.

“Hey,” he suddenly said. “Do you want to watch something with me? I rented some movies tonight.”

“Didn’t you already watch them?” she asked, picking them up and examining the titles.

“Yeah, but I could watch them again.”

Kerry hadn’t heard of any of the movies he rented and from their titles, she didn’t want to watch them.

“Shouldn’t you go to bed?” she asked.

“What for? I don’t sleep anyway.” He flipped again to the dating show.

Kerry sat on the couch in the glow of the T.V. screen. His online gaming had been better than this. At least that way he got into parties and talked to the people he played with. It was because their computer was broken that things had degenerated this far. Even she had to use the library computer to write on her blog, but she didn’t mind because she was going there anyway to pick up her books.

“Aaron,” she said, standing up. “Watch one of these movies instead of this dumb show. This can only rot your brain.”

“And what you do is so much better?” he snapped.

Kerry didn’t know how to answer that. She got up and went back to bed, but instead of sleeping, she wrote in her journal. It was like her blog. No one ever read either of them.