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Saturday, July 29, 2006

Khepri hadn't wanted to come home. She wanted to stay in the disastrous perfectness forever. Where she didn't have to worry about global warming, all the fires that the lightning started, who killed who, who got kidnapped, what new crime has been commited, and all the things that seem to fill the world. She wanted only to go back to chatting with friends until midnight in the dorms. She wanted to go back to the dutch oven dinner in the mountains. She wanted to go back to the dance and dance with Travis to the song Sarabeth. The words go like this..

She dreams she's dancing
Around and around, without any cares
And her very first love,
Is holding her close,
And the soft wind is blowing her hair..

She wanted to go back to the dance. Back to the testimony meeting. Back where she didn't have to care about anything but whether or not she had her room key and her scriptures. She knows she can't go back though. She has to live her life. She can't live in that perfectness or she'll never learn. Never experience life like it should be lived. But for the time she had there, it was wonderful.
The only thing that wasn't wonderful was her jealousy. Usually she isn't jealous. But when she saw her best friend laughing with numerous guys surrounding her, flirting with her, dancing with her, Khepri couldn't help but feel jealous. Her friend was so pretty. Her friend had a wonderful personality that could make anyone happy and at ease. Khepri isn't pretty. Guys don't usually give her the time of day. Her personality is often bleak and she wonders if she's only depressing everyone by hanging around. But she doesn't want to be jealous. She is terribly mad at herself for being so jealous. She doesn't know what to do...
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