Chapter 2 Chapter two

When I first arrived in heaven, I thought everyone saw what I did: football goals erected in the distance, burly schoolgirls throwing shot puts and javelins, all buildings looking like high schools built in the 1960s. These schools located in the northeastern suburbs of the town have no flowers, plants or trees in the campus area, and square rows of classrooms are scattered around the playground. The classrooms have high ceilings and wide spaces, making the school look more modern.I like turquoise and orange slate the most. There is such a slate floor in Fairfax High School. When I was alive, I often pestered my father to take me to Fairfax High School. I often imagined that I was in Fairfax High School. It looks like a class here.

After graduating from junior high school, high school will be a new beginning.When I go to Fairfax High, I'm going to insist on being called Susan, and I'm going to have my hair thinned out or in a ponytail, and I'm going to have a body that boys covet and girls envy.Most importantly, I have to be so nice to everyone that they have to adore me, or they will have a bad conscience.I was revered like a queen and protected my classmates who were being bullied in the school cafeteria.Someone laughed at Clive.When Sanders walks like a girl, I kick him hard; boys laugh at Phoebe.When Hart has well-developed boobs, I'll tell them out loud that the boobs joke isn't funny at all.I actually scribbled big boobs and here comes the van on the edge of my notebook as Phoebe walked past me, and of course I had to inadvertently forget that I was so naive too.I sat in the backseat of the car, and while my dad was driving, I daydreamed about what would turn out to be almost ecstasy.I imagined that I conquered Fairfax High School in just a few days, and maybe won an Oscar for Best Actress in my sophomore year for no reason.

These are my dreams on earth. After spending a few days in paradise, I found that the shot put thrower, the javelin thrower, and the boys playing basketball on the cracked tarmac had their own paradises.Although my heaven is not exactly the same as theirs, but there are many similarities, so they will appear in my heaven. On Day Three in Paradise, I met Halle, who became my roommate.When they first met, she was sitting on a swing and reading a book. (I didn't ask why there were swings in high school. You can get what you want. This is heaven. The seat of the swing is not an ordinary wooden board, but a thick black rubber ring. Before swinging, you can curl up comfortably in the rubber ring, or jump on it.) Harry sat reading a book with strangely shaped writing on it, and I didn't know what it was.Dad sometimes brings home fried rice with shredded pork from Hop Fat Kitchen, and I've seen similar writing on take-out boxes.Buckley likes the name of this restaurant so much that he shouts at the top of his voice every time: Hop Fat!I now know what Vietnamese is, and I also know the owner of Hefa Restaurant, Herman.Jade is not Vietnamese, and I know the owner's name is not Herman.Jed, that's just the name he took when he immigrated to America from China, and that's what Halle told me.

Hi, I say: My name is Suzie. Halle told me later that she picked the name from the movie Breakfast at Tiffany's, but that day she blurted out that her name was Halle without thinking about it. My name is Halle.she says.Because she wants to speak standard English, in her paradise, she speaks without any accent. I stared at her black hair, which shone like silk, like something I'd seen in a fashion magazine.how long have you been hereI asked. It's been three days. Me too. I sat down on the swing next to her, and I kept turning and twisting the iron chain into a ball. I didn't let go until the iron chain was wrapped around the top, and the swing turned and turned, and it took a while before it stopped.

do you like it hereshe asked. dislike. I dont like it either. That's how we became good friends. In heaven, our simplest dreams will come true.There were no teachers at school, I had art classes, Halle was in the jazz band, and other than that, we didn't have to go into the classroom.Boys at school don't pinch our buttocks or tell us we have body odor, and our textbooks are Vogue, Seventeen, and Glamor magazine. Harley and I had many of the same dreams, our relationship grew, and Heaven continued to expand. The counselor, Fernie, became our mentor.Fernie, in her forties, was old enough to be our mother.It took Halle and I a while to figure out that we'd always wanted a mom, and Fernie just happened to make that dream come true.

In Fernie's paradise, she works hard, her efforts pay off, and she gets the recognition she deserves.When she was alive, she was a social worker who helped the homeless and the poor. She worked in St. Mary's Church. The church only provided meals for women and children.One day, a man went to the church to find his wife, and he shot Fernie in the face, killing her instantly. On the fifth day in heaven, Fernie walked up to Halle and me, and she handed us two glasses of lime juice, and we took the glasses and drank the juice. I'll see if I can help.she says. I looked into Fernie's small blue eyes lined with smile lines, and told her honestly: We're so bored.

Harry stuck out his tongue, busy checking to see if it had turned green. what do you wantasked Fernie. I have no idea.I said. Just figure out what you want.Just think hard, think clearly enough, and be 100% sure that your dreams will come true. As easy as it sounds, it wasn't hard to do; Halle and I followed suit and ended up with a double luxury apartment. I don't like the house I live in, nor my parents' furniture.Our house could see the neighbors, and the neighbors could see the neighbors next door, basically every house on the hillside looked the same.Halle and I can see a park from our double apartment, and we can also vaguely see the lights of other houses. This distance is just right.

We know there are other neighbors, but not too close. Later, I wanted more and more things. The strange thing is that I found myself wanting to know things that I never thought about when I was alive. For example, I really want to grow up. Only by living can I grow up, I said to Fernie: I want to live. no.said Fernie. At least we can watch mortals, right?Harry asked. You are already watching.said Fernie. I think Harley means look at how mortals live their lives.I said: We want to see how people spend their lives from birth to death.We want to know their secrets so we can pretend we're growing up.

You still can't experience real growth.Fernie reminds us. Thanks for the reminder, wise man.I said.Despite Fernie's warnings to be careful, our paradise keeps getting busier. The buildings in Paradise School are still the same as Fairfax High School, but now there are more roads leading to each side. Go for a walk, Fernie said: You'll see what you're looking for. So Halle and I set out to find out.We found out there is an ice cream parlor in heaven where when you order mint ice cream, no one tells you: Sorry, it's not mint ice cream season.There's a newspaper in heaven that runs pictures of us from time to time, making us feel like big shots.Because Halle and I love fashion magazines, they also feature beautiful real people like fashionable celebrities and socialites.Harley seemed absent-minded at times, and there were times when I went to find her and found her gone somewhere, and that's when I knew Harley had gone to her little world, and I didn't belong to her part of heaven.I kind of miss her, I know we'll always be together, but it's kind of weird how I miss her when she's gone for a while.

I hope that Mr. Harvey will apologise, and I hope that I am still alive. This is my most longed-for dream, but it cannot be realized.After all, heaven is not perfect, but I believe that as long as I watch it carefully and look forward to it, I may be able to change the life of my loved ones in the mortal world. It was Dad who answered the phone on December 9th, and the prelude to the tragedy has been opened since then.He told the police my blood type, and described my fair complexion to the police. The police asked me if I had any characteristics. After listening to him, he described my face carefully.Detective Fenemont did not interrupt his father. He still had a very sad news to tell his father. A corpse.

Dad stood in the kitchen, shaking with grief, how could he tell Mom the news? So you can't be sure that Suzie is dead?he asked. Nothing is 100% sure.Detective Fenermont said. That's what Dad told Mom: Nothing is 100 percent sure. For three nights, Dad didn't know what to say to Mom or how to face her.Before this, the two of them had never broken down at the same time, usually one to comfort the other, never needing each other's comfort at the same time.In the past, there was always one party who was stronger. When encountering a situation, the two hugged each other, and the weaker party felt the spiritual strength of the other party and felt better.They have never known what fear is, and they are only now getting a taste of terror. Nothing is 100% sure.Mom muttered to herself, and Dad hoped she would listen to this sentence, and she clung to it too. Mom knew what all the little charms on my silver bracelet meant, she remembered where we got it and why I liked it so much.She made a list and wrote down the clothes I was wearing in detail. If someone finds the items on the list on the side of a remote main road, the police may use these evidences to find my murderer. I watched my mother carefully list what I wore and what I liked, and my heart was full of warmth, but also bursts of pain.She knew the chances were slim, but she still held out hope that the stranger who found the cartoon character eraser or the rock star badge would turn it over to the police. After talking on the phone with Detective Fenemont, Dad reached out to hold Mom's hand, and the two sat on the bed, staring at the front without saying a word.Mom clutched the list numbly, and Dad felt like he was in a dark tunnel. After a while, it rained in the sky. Although they didn't speak, I could feel that they were thinking the same thing: It's raining, Sue. Si was alone in the rain; they all hoped I was okay and safe somewhere warm and dry. They didn't know who fell asleep first, and the two were exhausted and fell asleep without knowing it.The rain came and went, the temperature kept dropping, and then hail began to fall, and small ice balls hit the roof, causing bursts of noise.They were awakened by the sound of hail, both of them waking up at the same time, both filled with guilt. They were silent, the light at the other end of the room was still on, they looked at each other in the dim light, Mom broke down in tears, Dad held her in his arms, wiped away her tears with his thumb, and stroked her with his thumb. Her cheeks, lips softly covering her eyes. They touch each other lightly, and now I stop looking at them and look at the cornfields to see if the police can find anything there the next morning.The hailstone bent the corn stalks and drove all the small animals into the burrows.There is a group of wild rabbits that I like living in a cave not deep from the ground. The wild rabbits often go to the gardens of nearby people to steal vegetables. People put poison in the garden, and sometimes an unsuspecting rabbit brings the poison home. As a result, in this cave far away from the garden, the whole hare family curled up and died quietly together. On the morning of the tenth, Papa poured the entire bottle of whiskey down the kitchen sink, and Lindsey asked him why he dumped it. I'm afraid I'll run out of wine.He said. What was that call last night?my sister asked. which call? I hear you say the stars burst out bright, and you always say that when you mention Suzie's smile. Yeah? Yes, you sound weird, the police are calling, right? You want to listen to the truth? I want to be honest.Lindsay said. Police found a body part they said could be Suzie. Lindsay felt someone punch her hard in the stomach: What did you say? Nothing is 100% sure.Dad tried to explain. Sitting at the dinner table, Lindsey said: "I think I'm going to throw up. Honey, are you okay? Dad, I want you to tell me what part of the body the police found, and then please get ready, I'm probably going to throw up. Dad produced a large metal basin, and he put the basin on the table next to Lindsey, and sat down. Well, she said: tell me. Police said it was an elbow that was found by the Gilbert family dog. After speaking, Dad held Linxi's hand, and as I said before, Linxi really vomited into the shiny metal basin. Later that morning, as the weather cleared, the police cordoned off a cornfield not far from my house and began a search.Rain, frost, combined with melting snow and hail had muddy the entire cornfield, but it was clear that one spot had just been touched, and that's where the police started digging. According to the later laboratory test report, the soil here was mixed with my blood in many places, but the police did not know it at the time. They kept digging through the dry field, trying to find a missing girl, and the more they dug, the more frustrated they became. On the edge of the field near the football field, several neighbors stood far away from the perimeter of the cordon. They watched a group of men in heavy blue snowsuits, holding shovels and similar medical equipment standing in the cornfield. know what happened. Mom and Dad stayed home, Lindsay in her room, and Buckley at his friend Knight's.Knight lived nearby, and Barkley spent a lot of time at his home over the next few days.People told Barkley that I was going to hang out with Clarissa's and I wouldn't be back in a while. I know where my body is, but I can't tell anyone, I can only watch quietly and wait to see what people find.That afternoon, like a thunderbolt from the blue sky, a policeman suddenly raised his mud-stained fist and shouted loudly. come here!He yelled, and other police officers immediately ran over and surrounded him. All the neighbors went home except Mrs. Steady.The searchers surrounded the policeman who had found something, and Detective Fenemont walked through the crowded crowd to Mrs. Stadler. Mrs. Steady?he asked across the cordon. I am. You have a kid in school, don't you? Yes. please come with me, will you? A young constable led Mrs. Stead into the cordon, and they walked through the bumpy, upturned cornfield to where everyone stood. Mrs. Steady, Detective Fenermont said: Does this thing look familiar?As he spoke, he held up a paperback novel "The Story of Meigang City". Do the children read this book at school? Yes.She replied in a low voice, the color on her face drained. Do you mind if I ask you to start an interrogation. Ninth grade, she looked into Detective Fenemont's blue eyes and said: Suzie is in ninth grade.She works in psychological counseling and has always believed that she can bear bad news and discuss various difficult problems with patients rationally, but now she finds herself throwing herself into the arms of the police who brought her here. When the other neighbors came home earlier, she had followed them all away, and she wished she was sitting in the living room with her husband, or in the backyard with her son. Who is the teacher of this class? Mrs. DeWitt, Mrs. Steady said: After reading "Othello", the children found it much easier to read "The Story of Megcomb". "Othello"? Yes, she said, Mrs Steady knew something about the school, the information suddenly became very important, all the police listened carefully, Mrs DeWitt likes to adjust the reading list at any time, before Christmas, she decided to press it , requiring everyone to read Shakespeare's works, and she took "The Tale of Maycomb" as a prize. If Susie has a copy of "The Story of Maycomb", it means that she has handed in the book report of "Othello". These messages were later confirmed. The police called to check, and I watched the circle of people affected gradually expand.Mrs. DeWitt did get my book report and she sent it back to my parents unopened. I think you guys want to keep it. Mrs. DeWitt has enclosed a note that says : I am deeply sorry.Mom was too sad to watch, so Lindsey put the report away.I helped report the title of Outcast: The Lone Ranger, the Outcast was Lindsey's idea, and I added the word Lone Ranger.Lindsey punched three holes in the edge of the report and quickly stuffed each carefully handwritten page into the blank notebook she kept hidden in the closet under a Barbie doll box containing nearly new, Jealous redhead Ann and Andy Doll. Detective Fenemont called my parents and he said the police found a notebook that they believed I had with me on the day I was killed. Anyone could have a notebook like this, Dad said to Mom, and the two of them stayed up all night, maybe it was Suzie who lost it at school one day. The evidence piled up, but they still refused to accept the facts. Two days later, on December 12th, the police found my notes from Mr. Burt's class.The soil on the paper did not match the soil collected around it, so the police judged that the paper might have been brought here by small animals from the murder scene.Mr. Burt gave a lot of theory in class, some of which I probably would never understand, but I was still diligently taking notes on graph paper.A kitten kicked over a crow's nest, and the scraps of graph paper were among the leaves and twigs.The police carefully picked out the paper. In addition to the graph paper, there were also some thin and fragile pieces of paper with no ruled lines on them. The girl who found the notes recognized that some were not my handwriting but Ray.Singer's handwriting.Lei has been in love with me for a long time. He wrote some private messages to me on his mother's special rice paper, but I have no chance to see his love letter.During the lab class on Wednesday, he put the note in my notebook. His handwriting is so special that I can recognize it at a glance.The police retrieved these notes, pieced together my biological notes, and Ray.Singer's love letter. A detective called Ray to Singer's home for questioning, and his mother told the detective: "Ray was a little unwell, but the police got the information they wanted through her."When the detective asked questions on the phone, she repeated them to her son, and Ray answered them one by one; yes, he wrote a love letter to Susie.Salmon: Yes, Mr. Burt asked Susie to collect the quiz papers, and he took the opportunity to put the note in Susie's notebook; yes, he once said that he was a Moor. thunder.Singer became the prime suspect. Is that likable boy a suspect?At dinner that night, my mother asked my father. thunder.Singh is nice.Lindsay said flatly. I look at my family and I know everyone knows Ray.Singer was by no means a murderer. The police suddenly visited Lei.The Singer family, they interrogated Ray carefully, with strong hints in their words.Ray's dark complexion and angry expression, coupled with his beautiful, exotic and unpredictable mother, further deepened the suspicion of the police.But Ray has an alibi, and a group of students of various nationalities can prove his innocence. Ray's father taught post-colonial history at Penn State University. On the day of the murder, he gave a speech at Penn's International Student Center, and Ray shared his growth process in his speech. Therefore, Ray was not at school when the incident happened.At first, the police took this as evidence and regarded him as a suspect. Later, the police obtained a list of people who participated in the Suburban Life: American Experience Talk speech. Forty-five members on the list saw Ray standing on the podium to speak, and the police had to Admit that Ray is innocent.The police stood outside Singer's house, pinching off twigs from the hedge. They thought they had caught the murderer easily. As if by magic, the murderer fell from a tall tree in front of them, but it turned out not to be the case .Although Lei is innocent, rumors are flying all over the school. The students have only slowly begun to accept him, and now all progress has been wiped out.From then on, he went home as soon as school was over and didn't stop any longer. These things drive me crazy.Mr. Harvey's green house is next to my house, he cut out the steeple and put together a gothic paper doll house in the house. .Mr. Harvey watched the news on TV, read the news in the newspaper, and frankly put on an innocent look. He had a turbulent heart before, but now he has calmed down. I tried to find solace in Harold the puppy.I don't allow myself to miss my dad, mom, sister, and brother too much, but I tell myself: It's okay to miss Halliday.I feel like missing my family is an acquiescence that I will never be able to be with them, which may sound silly, but I don't believe or accept that I'm separated from them.Halliday stays by Lindsay's side at night, and every time Dad opens the door and faces another inexplicable situation, he always stands beside Dad; , it obediently asked Barkley to pull its tail and ears. Missing it was like missing his family. There was too much blood in the dirt. These days, strangers come to visit from time to time.Neighbors who are kind but seem overwhelmed, reporters who pretend to care but are merciless, someone knocks on the door from time to time at home, and when they hear the knock on the door, the family members have to numb themselves first, so as not to affect their emotions.On December 15th, someone knocked on the door again, and this time Dad finally accepted the fact. It was Ryan who knocked on the door.Fenemont and a policeman in uniform, Detective Fenemont had been very nice to Papa these days. They walked into the house, they knew my family well by now, and they knew that my mother thought it was better for us to talk in the living room. If the police had something to say, they had to talk to their parents. We talked in the living room so that Lindsey and Buckley couldn't hear them. . The police found an item we believe belonged to Suzie.Ryan said cautiously.I can feel that he spoke after thinking twice. He knew that when my parents heard his words, the first thought must be that the police found my body and confirmed my death. He must speak clearly, so that my parents will not Think so. what?Mom asked eagerly, arms folded, waiting to hear another small but suspicious tidbit.She is very stubborn, and the notebooks and novels of the police︱ are meaningless to her. She even thinks that her daughter can survive without an arm. No matter how much blood there is, it is just blood, not a corpse.As her husband said: Nothing is 100% certain, and she believes it to be true. But when the police held up the evidence bag containing my hat, Mom suddenly broke down.The last line of defense in her heart began to shake, and she could no longer numb herself, refusing to accept the facts. Ah, pompoms.Lindsay said she sneaked into the living room from the kitchen and no one saw her sneak in except me. Mom stretched out her hands and screamed like cracking metal, and her mechanically stubborn heart slowly shattered, as if trying to say the last few words before completely breaking down. We did fiber tests and Ryan said: "Whoever abducted Suzie seems to have used this hat in his attack. What did you say?asked Dad, feeling powerless and completely unable to comprehend what the police were telling him. The killer used the hat to stop Suzie from shouting. What's the meaning? Her saliva was all over the hat.The uniformed police officer said he had been standing quietly and hadn't spoken until now as the killer gagged Suzie with his hat. Mom from Ryan.Fenemont took the hat from her hand, and the bell she had sewed on the pompom rang.My mother collapsed to her knees, and the hat she sewed for me lay flat in front of her. I saw Lindsey standing in the doorway, our parents looked so strange, she couldn't recognize them or everything around her. Dad took the kind Ryan.Fenemont and the police lead to the gate. Mr. Shamon, Ryan.Fenemon said: We found a lot of blood, and the perpetrators were probably quite violent, and together with some of the evidence we have discussed, we must assume that your daughter has been killed, and we intend to investigate this as a homicide. Lindsey overheard what she already knew, five days ago when Dad told her the police had found my elbow, and she knew I was dead ever since.Mom started wailing. From now on, we'll be investigating murders.Fenemont said. But we haven't seen the body yet.Dad still doesn't give up hope. All the evidence points to your daughter being killed, and I'm really, really sorry. The uniformed cop never met Dad's pleading eyes, and I doubt they were taught that in police school.But Ryan.Fenemont responded bluntly to Dad's stare. I'll call you later to see how everyone is doing.He said. Dad walked back to the living room dejectedly. He was too sad to comfort his mother who was sitting on the carpet, or comfort his sister who was standing by. He couldn't let them see him like this.He staggered up the second floor, thinking of Halladi lying on the rug in the study where he had seen it just now.When he saw Halliday, he would bury his head in the puppy's thick neck hair, and only then did he let himself cry. That afternoon, Dad, Mom, and sister tiptoed about, as if afraid that the sound of footsteps would bring more bad news.Knight's mother sent Buckley home. She knocked on the door, but no one answered, and she had to leave quietly after a while. Although my front door looked identical to the neighbors', she knew there had been a change inside.Parents don't like children eating snacks, but at this time she decided to foul with Buckley. She asked Buckley if he wanted ice cream, and then the two went to eat ice cream together, which made the younger brother lose his appetite for dinner at night. At four o'clock, Papa and Mama went down to a room at the same time, they came from different directions and ended up meeting in the same room. Mom looked at Dad and said, Mom, Dad nodded and called my only living grandparent, Grandma Lynn. My sister was left alone, and I feared she might do something foolish on the spur of the moment.She sat on an old sofa in her room that her parents didn't want, and told herself desperately to be strong.Take a deep breath and hold your breath; sit up straight, stand up straight, try to stay upright; shrink up, make yourself like a small rock; shrink up into a ball, stacked in a corner where no one can see. With only one week left until Christmas, Mom let Lindsey decide whether to go back to school or not, and Lindsey decided to go back to class. On Monday morning, she walked to the door of the classroom in full view of everyone. Honey, the headmaster wants to talk to you.Mrs. DeWitt whispered to her. Lindsey spoke without looking at Mrs. DeWitt, and she took the opportunity to practice, hoping that she would be able to talk to people without seeing them.This is the first time I found out that Linxi gave up something. Mrs. Dewitt is an English teacher, and more importantly, Mr. Dewitt is a football coach. He has always encouraged Lindsay to join the football team. Witt couple.But from that morning onwards, Lindsay decided not to look into caring eyes. She would only look directly at those who quarreled with her. She slowly tidied up the things on the table, she heard whispers from all around the classroom, she made sure that before she left the classroom, Danny.Clark to Sylvia.What did Henny say.She believed that someone put things in the back of the classroom on purpose, so that when everyone went to the back to get things back, they could talk to their classmates about their dead sister. Lindsey walked down the hallway. She weaved through the rows of lockers, carefully avoiding the people around her.I really hope that I can walk with her, imitating the way the principal walks and talks to the court while walking.Every time we gather in the auditorium for a court meeting, the principal always likes to say: Your principal is like a principled friend!Every time I talked to the principal in Linsey's ear, she couldn't help laughing. She was glad that there were no people in the corridor, but as soon as she walked into the administrative center, she immediately faced the tearful eyes of the secretaries. It didn't matter, she had practiced it at home, in her own room, and she was ready for the sympathy of all. Lindsay, principal Mr Kading said: "I received a call from the police this morning and I am saddened by your loss. She's looking straight at him, her eyes sharp like laser beams, what have I lost? Mr. Kading felt that he had to discuss the tragedy directly. He got up and walked over to the desk, and took Lindsey to sit on what the students called the principal's office sofa.Later, the school became more sensitive to some issues. Some people suggested that the sofa gave people a wrong impression. It is not good to put a sofa in the principal's office, and a chair is more appropriate.After hearing this, Mr. Kaiding removed the sofa from the principal's room and replaced it with two chairs. Mr. Cadding and Lindsay were sitting on the principal's sofa, and I hoped that no matter how angry she was, Lindsay would still feel a little excited to be sitting on the famous sofa.At least I hope she is so, I don't want to deprive her of all the happiness. We will do our best to help you.Mr. Kading said he really did his best. I am fine.Lindsay said. Do you want to talk? talk about what?Lindsay asked, showing what my father called arrogance, and my father sometimes said to me: Suzie, don't you talk to me in such an arrogant tone.Lindsay sounds just like me now. your loss.The principal said he reached out and touched Lindsay's knee, and his hand was like a brand, and Lindsay felt as if she was branded. I don't feel like I've lost anything.At the same time, she summoned up her courage, forced herself to pat the hem of her skirt calmly, and checked her pockets. Mr. Kading didn't know what to say. A year ago he and Vicky.When Kurz chatted, Vicky fell into his arms crying. The situation was indeed a bit tricky at the time, but now it seems that Vicky.Kurz seems to have managed to get over the loss of his mother.At that time he took Vicky.Kurz took it to the sofa, well, it was actually Vicky who walked to the sofa by herself and sat down, I'm sorry for your loss, as soon as the words came out, Vicky.Kurz immediately wailed like a bursting balloon, he took her in his arms, she cried and cried, and that night he sent the suit to be dry-cleaned. But Lindsay.Shamon was a completely different girl. She was very talented. Lindsay was one of twenty gifted students selected by the school to represent the school at the statewide gifted student seminar.She doesn't have any bad records. The only minor problem is that she brought an obscene novel Fear of Flying to class at the beginning of this year, but she was reprimanded by the teacher. Find a way to make her happy, I really want to say to the principal: take her to see a Max Brothers movie, try a chair cushion that makes a fart sound when you sit on it, and show her some of yours with little devils on them Eating hot dog panties!I can only talk non-stop, but mortal people can't hear what I say. The school gave each student a test to determine who was gifted and who wasn't, and I used to tell Lindsay that while I was a little annoyed that I wasn't gifted, I was more annoyed by Lindsay's blond hair.Both my sisters were born with blonde hair, but mine faded to an unruly brunette; Lindsey was still blonde with a mysterious sheen, and she was the only real one in the family. blonde girl. After being selected as a gifted student, Lindsey worked hard to become a veritable top student.She studied hard behind closed doors, and only read the important books. I read "God!are u there? (Are You There God? It's Me, Margaret), while she reads Camus' classics.Although she may not be able to read these literary masterpieces thoroughly, she brings the books with her, and her classmates and even teachers are in awe of her. I mean, we all miss Suzie.said Mr. Kading. Lindsay was silent. She is a very smart girl.Mr. Cadding tried to comfort Lindsay. Lindsay stared back at him blankly. Now you have to take responsibility, he doesn't know what he's talking about, but Lindsey keeps silent all the time, making him think maybe he's right, you're the only girl in the Salmon family. Lindsay remained unresponsive. Do you know who came to see me this morning?Mr. Kading has been keeping this big news, and he is sure that it will definitely arouse Lindsay's reaction.Mr. DeWitt came to me in the morning. He wanted to organize a girls' rugby team. Mr. Kading continued: You are the soul of it. He saw you doing so well. It was as good as the male players in his team. , he thinks that if you lead the team, other girls will definitely join in, what do you think? The sister's heart was closed like a fist, and no one could knock it open. She replied blankly: It is said that my sister was murdered about twenty feet away from the football field. I think it will be difficult for me to be here. play football. These words hit my heart! Mr. Cadding stared at Lindsay dumbfounded. Is there anything else?Lindsay asked. It's all right, I, Mr. Kading, stretched out my hands again. He still wanted to talk, but he didn't know what to say. Finally, he said to Lindsay: I hope you know that everyone is very sad. I'm running late for my first class.she says. In that moment, she reminded me of a character in a western.Dad liked westerns, and the three of us used to watch late-night movies together, and there was always a guy in the movie, and after shooting, he raised his pistol to his lips, blew, and blew the smoke into the wilderness, and Lindsey Reminds me of such a person. 琳西站起來，慢慢走出校長辦公室，這是她唯一可以喘息的時刻，祕書們聚集在校長室外、老師們在教室裡、學生們坐在課桌椅前、爸媽在家裡，只有在這短暫的一刻，她可以逃開這一切。她絕不崩潰，我看著她，感覺得到她在心裡不斷重複：很好，一切都很好。沒錯，我死了，但這種事情隨時都會發生，人總是難逃一死，不是嗎？那天她走過校長室外面的辦公室，她看起好像直視祕書們的雙眼，其實她看的是祕書們擦得不好的口紅，以及她們的縐紗上衣。 當天晚上，她躺在自己房間的地上，雙腳伸到衣櫃下方，做了十下仰臥起坐，然後翻身繼續做伏地挺身，她做的可不是普通的伏地挺身，而是迪威特先生教的陸戰隊操式：抬頭、單手著地、或是兩下之間合掌拍擊。做了十下伏地挺身之後，她走到書櫃旁取下兩本最重的書，一本是大辭典，另一本是世界年鑑，她一手拿一本練習舉重，舉到手臂發酸才停下來。她只專注於自己的呼吸：吸氣，吐氣。 我們鄰居歐垂爾家有個陽台，我從小就羨慕他們家的陽台。天堂的廣場上也有個大陽台，此時，我坐在陽台上看著滿懷怒氣的妹妹。 我過世幾小時前，媽媽在冰箱上貼了一張巴克利的蠟筆畫，圖畫裡有條粗粗的藍線，將天空與地面隔成兩半。我死後的那些日子裡，我看著家人在蠟筆畫前走來走去，到後來我相信天堂和凡間，真的有這麼一條粗粗的藍線，那是所謂的陰陽界，此處天堂與凡間的地平線交疊，色澤有如藍紫的矢車菊、寶藍的土耳其玉及湛藍的天空，我真希望置身於這片深藍之中。 我有些單純的夢想，這些夢想通常也會成真。我想要一些毛茸茸的小動物，我要有小狗作伴。 於是，在我的天堂裡，每天早上有各種不同的小狗在門外的公園奔馳，我一開門就看到這些快樂的小狗，有些瘦小多毛、有些強壯結實、甚至有些無毛狗。比特犬在地上打滾，母狗的乳頭膨脹、黝黑，拚命把小狗趕過來吃奶，一家大小快樂地在陽光下嬉戲。巴薩特獵犬被自己的耳朵絆了一跤，牠們小跑步，在德國獵犬及大灰狗的腳踝間穿梭前進，還把北京狗擠到一旁。哈莉拿出高音薩克斯風，在門外擺好樂譜，對著公園吹奏藍調音樂，所有大灰狗都圍在她身旁，坐在地上隨著樂聲低嚎。鄰居們打開了大門，獨居的女人、或是有室友的女孩紛紛出來觀望，我走出大門，哈莉在群眾的安可聲中，不停地再奏一曲。夕陽逐漸西下，我們穿著小碎花、斑點、條紋或是花色簡單的睡衣和小狗隨著樂聲起舞，大家都非常高興。我們追著小狗跑，小狗們也反過來追我們，大家繞著圈子追來追去，當明月高掛天際時，樂聲告一段落，我們也停下來，靜靜地站著。 此時，天堂裡年紀最大的貝賽兒．厄特邁爾太太拿出小提琴，哈莉輕敲薩克斯風，兩人開始合奏。她們兩人一個年長而沉默，一個還不到青春期，樂聲你來我往，交織出撫慰人心的和諧樂章。 隨著音樂起舞的聽眾逐漸走進屋內，樂聲在空中迴盪，哈莉終於示意厄特邁爾太太接手，上了年紀、沉默而嚴肅的厄特邁爾太太以一曲輕快的三拍吉格舞，畫下了休止符。 此時四下一片沉寂，這就是我的晚禱。