perspective. Maybe she needed to simply be enjoying life a little more. Maybe.
Chapter Eighteen
Jamie had been dead for two years, she couldn’t believe it. The image of him smiling before he kissed her their last night together hadn’t faded, but she wasn’t having nightmares anymore. Now, she could go an hour without his memory invading her thoughts. Running helped keep her sane. It was when she did her best thinking. That, or she ran so fast and with the music so loud, she couldn’t think at all.
For two years she couldn’t stand the quiet. Stella always had her television or music on, even when she studied. It drove Millie crazy. She also found that she was no longer a fan of being by herself. The quiet made her head pound, and she would get queasy with the quietness reverberating in her head, the quiet so loud it made her hands shake. It made her think she was losing her mind. The only time she appreciated time alone was working out and studying.
Her second year in law school would start today, and looked to be even more daunting than the first. Evidence was one of the hardest courses in law school and it was required in order to graduate. Her professor was notorious for his Socratic method. He routinely made students stand up in class to interrogate them about cases or the Federal Rules of Evidence, which he had literally written. Millie was in her class, so at least she would have a study partner. She was also taking Administrative Law, Tax Law, and a seminar discussing the International Criminal Court. She was hoping to get an internship with the Department of Justice the following summer.
Recently, Stella had quit her job at Cosi. She just didn’t think she manage it all this year. Reading a hundred pages a night minimum had been difficult last year while she was working, but working had been a necessity. She’d taken out more student loans this year so she wouldn’t need the extra money.
She smiled as her phone rang the motorcycle ring tone. “Hi, Dad.”
“You ready?” her father asked, knowing her answer.
“Of course,” she answered without hesitation. This had been the opening line for them every first day of a law school year. They talked for a while about politics and her mother’s latest obsession, scrapbooking. She hung up when she pulled into the parking garage, promising to call again later.
Stella walked into the student lounge and saw Millie sitting on a couch with Davis. She smiled at them as she approached.
“Stella, it’s good to see you.” Davis said from the couch. Millie raised her eyebrows at Stella.
“You too, Davis. How was your summer?” she asked politely.
“Great, I went back to Arizona and worked for my Dad’s law firm. It was awesome.”
Stella wondered how working at a law firm your first year of law school would be awesome, but held her tongue.
“Millie tells me we’re in a couple of classes together. We already have a study group,” he said, looking at Millie again.
“You bet,” Millie answered enthusiastically.
“Well, we should get going. I don’t want to be late the first day.” Stella turned.
“Oh, and I already have an outline for Evidence that I heard is killer. I don’t mind sharing with the two most beautiful girls in class, my study partners.”
Stella turned on her heel, her face registering shock and a little bit of awe. “You have an outline?”
“Yep,” he smiled. “I’ll email it to you both. Let’s go.”
Outlines were how all law students studied for finals, getting an Evidence outline was like winning the law school lottery. Maybe her luck was looking up, she thought. She put her arm through Millie’s and walked with her two study partners to class.
Chapter Nineteen
She’d finally agreed to come home. Standing in baggage claim, she was waited for her mother to pick her up from Atlanta Hartsfield International Airport. Her parents were having everyone over for Thanksgiving this year, and begged Stella to come. It
Chapter Eighteen
Jamie had been dead for two years, she couldn’t believe it. The image of him smiling before he kissed her their last night together hadn’t faded, but she wasn’t having nightmares anymore. Now, she could go an hour without his memory invading her thoughts. Running helped keep her sane. It was when she did her best thinking. That, or she ran so fast and with the music so loud, she couldn’t think at all.
For two years she couldn’t stand the quiet. Stella always had her television or music on, even when she studied. It drove Millie crazy. She also found that she was no longer a fan of being by herself. The quiet made her head pound, and she would get queasy with the quietness reverberating in her head, the quiet so loud it made her hands shake. It made her think she was losing her mind. The only time she appreciated time alone was working out and studying.
Her second year in law school would start today, and looked to be even more daunting than the first. Evidence was one of the hardest courses in law school and it was required in order to graduate. Her professor was notorious for his Socratic method. He routinely made students stand up in class to interrogate them about cases or the Federal Rules of Evidence, which he had literally written. Millie was in her class, so at least she would have a study partner. She was also taking Administrative Law, Tax Law, and a seminar discussing the International Criminal Court. She was hoping to get an internship with the Department of Justice the following summer.
Recently, Stella had quit her job at Cosi. She just didn’t think she manage it all this year. Reading a hundred pages a night minimum had been difficult last year while she was working, but working had been a necessity. She’d taken out more student loans this year so she wouldn’t need the extra money.
She smiled as her phone rang the motorcycle ring tone. “Hi, Dad.”
“You ready?” her father asked, knowing her answer.
“Of course,” she answered without hesitation. This had been the opening line for them every first day of a law school year. They talked for a while about politics and her mother’s latest obsession, scrapbooking. She hung up when she pulled into the parking garage, promising to call again later.
Stella walked into the student lounge and saw Millie sitting on a couch with Davis. She smiled at them as she approached.
“Stella, it’s good to see you.” Davis said from the couch. Millie raised her eyebrows at Stella.
“You too, Davis. How was your summer?” she asked politely.
“Great, I went back to Arizona and worked for my Dad’s law firm. It was awesome.”
Stella wondered how working at a law firm your first year of law school would be awesome, but held her tongue.
“Millie tells me we’re in a couple of classes together. We already have a study group,” he said, looking at Millie again.
“You bet,” Millie answered enthusiastically.
“Well, we should get going. I don’t want to be late the first day.” Stella turned.
“Oh, and I already have an outline for Evidence that I heard is killer. I don’t mind sharing with the two most beautiful girls in class, my study partners.”
Stella turned on her heel, her face registering shock and a little bit of awe. “You have an outline?”
“Yep,” he smiled. “I’ll email it to you both. Let’s go.”
Outlines were how all law students studied for finals, getting an Evidence outline was like winning the law school lottery. Maybe her luck was looking up, she thought. She put her arm through Millie’s and walked with her two study partners to class.
Chapter Nineteen
She’d finally agreed to come home. Standing in baggage claim, she was waited for her mother to pick her up from Atlanta Hartsfield International Airport. Her parents were having everyone over for Thanksgiving this year, and begged Stella to come. It
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