Nicole
Dominique hadn’t been in school for twodays. The desk beside me sat empty and void of her smell, her smile, and her funky rattling jewelry. I missed the way she always borrowed my pencil. I missed her little giggle when she saw I was hard in class again. Most of all, I missed her reaching over and touching me. I felt lost in class. I felt like my life had no meaning without her there. It had been two days of hell. Even back at the art club house, my little oasis from the rest of the world,...