I'm sitting on the bus because Mom says I can't drive until I start sleeping again. Anyway, I didn't want to stop writing before so I decided to take you with me. The paper, I mean. I figure I'll write as if you're here and then maybe it'll be like you really are.

Everyone keeps looking over at me. Makes me feel like I've got ten heads or something. Somebody's just said, "that's the guy who's twin sister got killed in a bike accident." I can hear them, don't they know that? They've left me in my own seat which is fine with me. I don't want to sit next to anybody. I haven't been on a bus since the year before last. That was the year we got put in all the same classes and you insisted on pretending that we weren't related to freak people out and nobody noticed since we don't even look alike.