SIMON, Elenore Josie

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- ELENORE ellie JOSIE SIMON - AGE twenty-four CREATES tik tok videos "ELLIE IS pretty BUT SHE'S ALSO completely batshit." KEVIN BATEMEN, PEER "SHE WAS prom queen EVEN THOUGH SHE GAVE SOME CHICK A nosebleed A WEEK BEFORE PROM." JAZMINE GARCIA, PEER "KINDA scary." MARCUS HERNANDEZ, PEER I know it's cheesy, but I'll forever think of Alexander as my soulmate. He'd cringe at me, but he knows it as well as I know it. We're a perfect reflection of each other, like a ying and yang or whatever the fuck. You know how as a couple you're not supposed to walk in front or behind, but beside each other? That's us. Beside each other till the end. And I know people thing we're crazy, but that's passion, baby! People communicate in different ways and at least we communicate. There's no guessing what we're thinking, 'cause we'll fucking tell each other. We're straight up. There's no bullshit. ___________________________________________________________ there's something about elle I still remember the day I met her. A sticky heat had filled the ice cream shop we both worked at and you could feel hope of rain. If she hadn't rolled her eyes every time the door rattled open, you probably wouldn't have noticed her. Her legs were too long, she'd braided her hair but her frizzy auburn curls fell loose around her face. Her face was full of freckles and it almost look like she'd been sprayed with mud. That face was full of loud rage. Never quiet. Obnoxious and I'd always wondered why. I heard a rumor that her mom had died of cancer and that is was a long and pulled out ending. She was the youngest of six and much younger than her older siblings, she was the only one home. I heard that her dad remarried less than a year later. Elle never mentioned her family and when we became close, she'd always insist that my house was much cooler. I'd always thought it was an honor to be on Ellie's good side. She was kind of cold and rough around the edges. I think about that a lot. Ellie was cool, but she didn't actually have friends. Or family. Kind of sad, really. - Harper Kent ___________________________________________________________ scent sweat, sunscreen, my mom's lavender body lotion, popcorn on movie night, Alexander's cologne. touch sand between my fingers, Alexander kissing my neck, my brother twisting and breaking my arm, scrapping my knees on gravel. noises the beeping of medical equipment, my sister screaming about me using her make up, my dad sitting me down for one of his talks, stupid trending tik tok sounds, the traffic outside our bedroom window. sights my mom's dying breath, my dad fixing his tie for his wedding, the wrinkle between Alexander's brows when I instigate. memories moving to California for the first time. How it stung when Alexander and I broke up. My dad and I cooking breakfast in bed for my mom.