16 Things I Thought were True Part 38

I 'm alone in my room. Adam's gone home, and the boys and Mom are chatting quietly in the living room. I feel like I'm hold- ing my breath. I can't get full sips of air. I sit cross- legged on the bed, staring at the blank wall.

I need to call Amy's parents, offer my condolences. Say some- thing. Do something. Show them people care. But my insides feel grated and chopped up. I swallow and swallow and finally reach for my phone lying at my feet. Taunting me. I turn it on and click to my Twitter page. My heartbeat spikes when I notice the follow status. I'm at 5,002 followers. I made it.

I close my eyes and imagine Amy squealing and jumping up and down. I imagine her so excited the words tumble out over top of each other. So much for that. This doesn't change one single thing. Reaching five thousand followers brought the oppo- site of good.

There's a knock at my door, and it pushes open before I can respond. Jake walks in. His face looks how I feel- wrecked.

"You okay?" he asks.

"Not really. I can't believe it. I can't believe she's gone. It doesn't seem real."

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J a n e t G u r t l e r "I know. I keep expecting her to text me. I keep finding myself about to text her," he says.

"People my age shouldn't die."

"No."

We're both quiet, thinking how wrong it is. And how unreal. It's so hard to digest. How could this happen? Amy was good. She'd been through so much. She had so much ahead of her.

Jake shifts from foot to foot and stares at everything in the room except me. "I know it's not a good time to ask, but I really need to know. Is it true?" he finally asks. "What Lexi said?"

I blink. Frown.

"Did you know she posted that video of you online?"

I hear the disappointment in his voice, and it adds a layer to the shame I've tried to bury. Jake is struggling with this on top of everything. He doesn't want to believe the worst about me. My heart aches more. "Does it matter?" I ask softly.

He hangs his head and then slowly shakes it. "No, I guess not, not in the whole scheme of things," he says softly, but then he sighs. To him, it does; it matters a little. He doesn't want it to be true. "I believed in you, Chaps. And so did Amy."

I stare at him. And then I nod. For Amy, I'll tell him the truth. Exactly what I've told no one else. Amy would want me to tell the truth. I close my eyes and breathe, still not wanting to accept that she is gone.

"I knew," I tell him softly. I sigh. "I saw Lexi post it. I didn't stop her."

His eyebrows lift.

"I thought, you know, it'd be funny. Maybe people would think I was cool. I didn't know what it would turn into. I didn't know it 266.

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1 6 t h i n g s i t h o u g h t w e r e t r u e would go viral and everyone would see it. I erased it after she left.

But it was too late."

"You erased it?"

My cheeks burn and my body folds up even more. "I've been so ashamed. I mean, Lexi was right. I wanted people to like me."

I take a deep breath and tell him the rest. "I found out later Lexi also emailed it to a boy at school- from my account. She thought he had a crush on me, so I think she was trying to get back at me, because she had a crush on him too. She was always so compet.i.tive about boys. Anyhow, he sent it to other people. And from there..."

He shakes his head. "You erased it though. She did this by email- ing that boy. It got out because of them. There was nothing you could do about that once it was sent."

I raise my eyebrows. Shrug. I never thought of it that way before.

"Maybe. I don't know. It doesn't really matter. I'm the one who did the dancing."

"Everybody does stuff like that, Morgan. But you didn't post it.

To me, it matters," he says. "I knew it wasn't you."

"It shouldn't matter," I tell him.

"I know. But you're my little sister. I didn't want it to be you. And you didn't ask her to post it. Or send the email. She did it behind your back. She set it in motion. Not you. There's no way you had control over what happened."

My relief makes me feel weak. "Do you think so?"

"I do. This wasn't your fault, Chaps. No matter how hard you've been trying to convince yourself it was. You didn't ask her to do it.

She did it and she's the one who was wrong. Not you."

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J a n e t G u r t l e r G.o.d knows where Jake picked up his values in our faulty family tree, but I'm grateful for them. And for his support.

"Thank you," I tell him, and maybe I don't quite believe it yet, but I'm starting to.

I remember how many times he's stood up for me over the years.

My protector.

"It was my dad who called," I tell him. "When Lexi was here." I stare down at my feet, at my chipping toe nail polish, blushing. "I told him to never call me again."

Jake sighs and walks to the bed and sits down beside me. "Yeah.

I kind of figured. It was bad timing, you know. You just found out about Amy. You can call him back. Explain it. He'll understand."

I shake my head. "But Mom wouldn't like it."

"Chaps. You don't always have to please everyone else. Sometimes you have to look out for yourself. "

I stare at him and blink. And finally the tears come. Because he's right. And he sounds exactly like Amy. I miss her so much. And I miss what she might have had with Jake. I still can't believe she's gone.

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chapter twenty- six.

I t's my first funeral and for that, I suppose, I should consider myself lucky. But it's awful. Until now, I kept thinking it was all a mistake, that someone would clear up the misunderstanding.

I kept expecting her to walk in and start babbling to me. But this.

This makes it real. Horribly real. My friend is gone. My stomach has knots and my throat's sore from swallowing.

The church is a nondenominational one. Amy's parents are seated in the front pew. An old woman in a wheelchair sits in the aisle beside her mom. Her skin is thin and creviced, and her chin wobbles and shakes. I guess it's a grandmother, but Amy never mentioned her. It doesn't seem fair that she's there and Amy is the one in the casket.

I can't bear to look at her. Not yet. We're all seated in the aisle behind her parents and off to the right, but they haven't turned their heads. Adam is on one side of me and my mom on the other.

Jake and Josh are beside her. Adam's parents sit behind us. His little brother is home with a sitter.

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J a n e t G u r t l e r who works in the snack shop. I'm embarra.s.sed to realize I don't know her name and make a mental note to find out. Amy would have known.

There are a lot of other kids our age. Adam whispered that they're from the private school Amy went to her only non- homeschooled year. She'd been planning on transferring to ours this year. Less fancy, more friends.

I slip my hand inside my purse and sneak out my phone. Trying to be discrete, I hold it up and snap a picture of the crowd.

"Morgan," my mom whispers and smacks at my hand, but I ignore her. I think about posting the picture on Twitter later. To show our friends. Her account has more followers than mine does now. I think she'd like the tribute, but then I think about it and decide no.

Amy didn't want me to live my life on Twitter, and she doesn't have to end her life on it. The people that are here are here. I'll print out a picture later and leave it with her family. I put the phone away and soak in the moment- as much as it sucks to do that.

When the minister has walked in and is seated, a choir at the front begins singing "Amazing Grace," the first song I learned on the recorder in sixth grade. My mom wraps her arm around me and presses her head to mine. I rest against hers for a moment before moving away. We have a lot to work through, but I know Amy would be happy to see that we're trying.

Tears are flowing in that church. So many, I imagine, if we col- lected them, there would be pails and pails of tangible sadness.

I blink as the minister begins to speak. His voice is low and sooth- ing. He's young with dark, curly hair that I think might have the 270.

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1 6 t h i n g s i t h o u g h t w e r e t r u e gray dyed out. He has cowboy boots on under his white robe. The biblical part of the sermon is brief and then he talks about Amy. He talks about her irreverence, her charm, and her bravery.

And when he is done, he turns to the crowd.

"Would anyone like to come forward to share their memories of Amy?"

I jump to my feet. I will not allow one second of an awkward pause for my friend. Not one. I ignore all the eyes on the back of my black dress as I walk up the aisle, trying to walk less like a duck and more like a lady in the high heels I borrowed from my mom.

I manage to navigate the stairs to the podium and move down the mike so it's close to my mouth. "Amy was my friend," I say to the crowd. In the back of the church, a baby cries. I know how it feels. But I swallow hard and keep going. "I didn't know her long, not long enough. But in the short time I did, she was the best friend I ever had."

I glance at Adam and he nods in approval.

"And, man, she could talk." I smile, remembering. "Her heart was big. She was forgiving and didn't judge and she was...true.

She taught me to embrace the truth. Even the hard ones." I glance at the minister, and my cheeks redden and I stop for a minute to get myself back on track. "Amy was...amazing." I glance at her mom and dad and then quickly away so I don't lose it. My hand goes to the bracelet she made me, and I wind it around my wrist.

I remember her telling me it was magical. I wish she would have kept it for herself.

"Shortly before Amy pa.s.sed on," I pause and swallow, "we went 271.

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J a n e t G u r t l e r on a road trip. Amy, me, and my...boyfriend." Adam hides his mouth behind his hand, but Jakes lifts his thumb in the air. I smile.

Amy would approve. "Along the way, we learned a lot about each other. A lot." I smile down at the mike. "Amy wasn't afraid to share."

I stop and blink and swallow the growing lump in my throat. "She helped me realize what was important and she never made me feel silly about being wrong." I finally glance at her parents, hoping they don't think I'm being disrespectful or trite, but they're smiling through their tears.

"She was beautiful. She really was. And right before...the last time I spoke with her, she made me promise her I would show the world who I am. As if she knew she was leaving me." I take a deep breath and stare down at my borrowed shoes. "I will be forever grateful to Amy, for showing me the difference between things I thought were true and things that really are." I pause and the tears domino up in my eyes, ready to tumble out. "Like that only the good die young," I say and hiccup a little as I hold in a sob. "I miss her."

I step down from the podium then. It's blurry as I make my way back to my seat, but Jake walks past me, on his way to the podium, to say something else about the Amy he knew.

After the funeral service, Amy's parents host a gathering in their home. The house is cleaner. Emptier. I'm standing beside her dad, leafing through a portfolio book he wanted to show me, at some of the things Amy made and sold in her Etsy store. I see how talented she was and touch my bracelet again. I do that a lot now. Adam 272.

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1 6 t h i n g s i t h o u g h t w e r e t r u e wears his and Jake is wearing both of the ones she gave him. I guess he decided to keep Josh's for himself.

Amy's dad is busy chatting with someone on his other side; it seems like he's a work colleague the way they talk. Her mom is sit- ting in a chair beside the old woman in the wheelchair and their heads are bent as they talk. I search around the room until I see Adam. He's standing with a group of kids from Tinkerpark. A couple of the managers are here too. He lifts his gla.s.s when our eyes meet.

My gaze sweeps around the room, and I spot my mom. She's talking to someone, out of my sight, and I watch her nervously wringing her hands and chewing frantically on her Nicorette gum.

I'm proud of her for giving up smoking completely. She loved it, and it hasn't been easy for her. She has a gla.s.s of wine in her hand and as if she feels my eyes on her, she turns and looks right at me and smiles a smile I haven't seen before.

For a moment, with the light streaming in behind her, she looks young and very beautiful. Lovely and frightened. Vulnerable. The hardness around her edges is softened. And then she points at me, and Bob White and his wife step into my sight. My heart thuds in my chest and I put down Amy's binder.

Adam is suddenly at my side, his arm around my waist. When I told him earlier what I said to Bob, he a.s.sured me I would deal with him again when I was ready. "You okay?" Adam whispers in my ear. I sense eyes on me and glance at Amy's dad. His eyes follow mine back to Bob.

"Your dad?" he asks. I nod.

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J a n e t G u r t l e r "Yeah. I see it. Amy said you look just like him." He smiles with his overly white teeth. "This would make Amy happy, you know.