Marcy S., age 16, Tennessee


Bright, cold. Things are so strange now, Diary. Each day is very precious because I am with her, and each day the end is nearer. How can I bear it, Diary? How can I live without my life? Although I have known her for three years, I’ve never really appreciated her until now — never really loved her. She was absent today and school was so empty and dull. Her absence scared me at first. At night Mom and Dad both had Legion meetings, and I went over to Mary’s to give her our assignments. We studied history especially, for test tomorrow. Then I gave her the poem. She said she was going to read it to my picture tonight — and Pie’s, too. We had a nice little talk and then about 9:00 William drove me home. Mary went along and we took the long way. As I got out of the car, she whispered, “I love you, Marcy.” I heard a robin today.