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I leave my sketches to my parents

I leave my clothes to my cousin Jenny

I leave my ballet slippers to the Bethleson Children’s Hospital

I leave my books to the Gottfried Copleston Library

Final wishes

If you’re reading this, I will probably already be buried in the Dead Forest Please find me

Thank you for a beautiful life

I blushed as I read it, feeling like I was violating her most privateit into the drawer "I also left a note explaining what I had seen that night, along with a sketch of the scene, which I drew afterward Those were confiscated by the school

"Anyhen I went to the head to die But instead, she just toldShe hadn’t even been at Gottfried that night, and had witnesses to prove that she was actually in Europe And then she gaveoff ca That I made it up, that I was crazy My parents sent azed at her sketches "The thing is, I spend s I knohat I saw I’"

She stared atI could tell that by now she wished she rong because the reality was evento accept "I believe you," I said

A symposium dinner was held at the end of the fall se of winter In the tradition of Plato, it was a thee discussion on various philosophical subjects But the only thing people were interested in talking about was Eleanor

The dining hall was filled with long rectangular tables, each covered in royal blue tablecloths that collected in folds on the ground The feast was elaborate and distinctively New England, with buttered corn, poached gourds and candied yams, venison, quail, wild turkey, and Cornish hen, all roasted to a golden brown, along with blueberry cobbler, sugared fruits, and an elaborate array of dessertsat tables that lined the edges of the hall, for a U around us In the irls on one half, boys on the other I was sandwiched between Eirl who played the harp in the orchestra and kept to herself Minnie Roberts was actually one of the few people I wanted to talk to, but it was i hall, so I spenther push the food around on her plate I tried to pretend I couldn’t see people staring at lanced around the roo to see Dante, who told me he’d be there, but was only met with Nathaniel, who looked just as bored as I did on the other side of the table