March 31, 1995

12:30 pm

Today is the day that Selena died. When I find out I cried. not because of who she is but because of what she meant to me and other Mexicans. Her music meant the world to me and who she was a person. Today we will live life and be proud of her. we'll never hear more music from her and 20 years from now you'll hear me singing dreaming of you and when I died, play it. I know today we lost her but I feel like she is standing right beside me. its like I could hear her laughing and telling me that she'll live on in me. it's weird really. I know that I am alone in my room with her music blasting so how could I hear her laugh. "hi" was all I heard. "what the hell" I said. then I heard that laugh again. "girl stop playing it's me Selena" the voice said. I thought I was going crazy. this couldn't be happening. maybe I just need some sleep and ill be ok. "girl no you won't and it's really me" said the voice again. I open my eyes and I saw her there. standing right in front of my bed. I couldn't speak let alone scream. "hey now I know I'm not alive anymore but that's not a way to greet someone," she said. I still remain quiet. what the hell is going on. "and no I'm real as I can be but I'm a ghost now" she said. I still was looking at her as if this was all just a dream. " it's not a dream honey now come on let's sing" and when she opened her mouth I knew that it was really Selena. Even if she is a ghost now Selena is here with me but that means she can go to others as well. she made be gone but she not forgotten. Having ghost Selena around was going to be weird.

-Mari