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PART ONE: KURT

I walked down the sidewalk of my school to get to the parking lot where my dad would pick me up. Normally, I'd be riding the bus, but the other kids always found a way to ruin my jacket. My favorite designer, Chad Jacobs, would be very disappointed that some children don't even care about style.

Someday, when I'm not eight anymore and I get out of here, I'll be able to astonish the fashion industry with my incredible designs and amazing eye for color. My outfit will be the most popular type of clothing in the world, and my name will be the most well known name in the world.

I smiled at the thought of my style empire, and opened the door to my father's SUV.

"How was school buddy?" My dad smiled at me from under his usual baseball cap, and ruffled my hair as I stepped inside the car.

I didn't really know what to say. I could say that I fixed a teacher's suit today, or that I had plans to take over the world with fashion. "Good," I decided on the generic reply. I always do. That way it's easier to stop the meetings he has with my teachers to stop the bullying, and pretty much everything else. After four years of school, I learned the hard way that it's easier to keep your mouth closed. I sighed, buckled my seat belt, and looked out the window as the trees and houses passed by, considering who would be willing to get a makeover.

I remembered how mom would have willingly volunteered right away to be my mannequin. She would've smiled when I asked which lipstick color went best with her eyes. Her perfume would've filled my nose and I would've become inspired to theme her makeup around that, and when I had finished she would've stood in front of the mirror and hugged me. It was like my version of heaven, except I didn't have to die to get there.

Only then did I realize that I was crying with the tiny little droplets of water falling down my cheeks. I sniffled quietly, and hoped that my dad hadn't noticed my sadness. I wiped away the salty tears, and blinked like a pro. I closed my eyes and let my imagination take over my mind. I still missed her. She would always be able to help me with anything whether it was the way I used to ride my bike with the brakes on or the way I used to fall on my face if there was an icy patch on the sidewalk. I wished I could go back in time and save her. The world was being mean to me, and I haven't done anything back, but the world better watch out because it just declared war on the most dangerous thing ever: the eight year old.

I realized that the car had stopped moving. I opened the door and stepped out. I hope that I hadn't been in there crying for too long. My dad might've noticed. I blinked twice and hoped that he hadn't. I was under enough emotional pressure already. I don't have time for another trip back to school; I had a world to deal with.

I walked in my front door and took my backpack to my room, then I did what I always do when I'm thinking about my mom; I went to her empty dresser. It was still full of the scent of her favorite perfume that she always had worn. I opened up every other wooden drawer and lie down on the green carpet right next to her bed. I smelled in that nice mother smell and for the first time today I smiled.

The door opened, and in walked mom with her brown eyes and freckles and her white teeth smiling at me as she spoke her favorite words of wisdom. "Follow your dream and do what you want to do. Don't let anyone tell you that you can't." She winked one time before she disappeared and I woke up on the floor. I should've realized that it was a dream. It was too amazing to be real life. I really didn't feel to good right now, but I did feel better than when I came in here. I had finally stopped crying.

I pushed in the drawers so that mom's perfume scent would stay in there, and walked out to my room. It was time to restart to the part before I started crying. That way I could calm down. I was going to follow my dream. It was time to get started.

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