She looked up at the star filled say and sighed. She had long silky black hair that reached her hips, a pale complextion- one that no amout of make-up could create- that was smooth and soft at touch. Her oval eyes were a pericing green- more of a soft jade color that made them look like those of a feline. She was medium height-no shorter than 5'5" but no taller than 5'7". Her small frame looked fragile- yet was rather strong. She shifted her gaze from the giltter of the stars to the scratchy handwriting on the note in her hand. It was a note from her Aunt. Looking over the note to make sure she wasn't seeing things tears stug the back of her eyes. But refusing to let them fall she blinked a few times and swallowed the sob in her throat. Seeing that she was not mistaken she let a few tears fall and then looked at the bright, clear, innocent sky and let the note fall from her hand and off the cliff she sat upon. Sighing once more she stood up and started walking back to her friend's house- in which she was staying for the week. It wasn't far- only a few blocks.

She started to walk across the park- past a basketball court where a few guys played a game. Too caught up to notice her- in which she was glad. When she reached her destination she choked down the tears that were rising quickly and open the door.

"Celeste, where'd you go? I got worried when you took off like that. Are you alright? Have you been crying?" One of my best friends asked me concerned, clueless, and a bit angry.

"Michelle, I'm... fine. I just need to go think and get some fresh air, so I went to the park. No, I haven't been crying- yet..." I stated slowly so that I didn't break down and cry.

"Are you sure? And what do you mean yet?"

"The letter-" I choked out, "It was from my aunt. My-" I paused so I could breathe, "My parents were- they were- car- accident. And I- I-" I could hold it any longer. I broke down in my friend's open arms and cried. Michelle tried to calm me down. She told me it would be alright and not to cry. I asked her to come home with me. She agreed. After what seemed like hours of crying, sleep took over. I didn't think I would be able to sleep after what I had just found out, but I was exausted from crying and the events that had happened before I found out the terrible news. It was only days after I had graduated from high school. Actually that is why I'm staying with Michelle. I attened an online high school. And for graduation I flew out to LA and did the whole ritual that teenagers in pulic schools go through. Only it was wih the class of an online class room. With young men and women from all over the nation. Even though it's a fairly small class- consisting of 21 people total. Michelle was head of the class, and I was right behind her. Michelle is a petite girl with sandy-blonde hair and grey eyes. Her complextion was light, with a slight tan. Michelle Reid was a year younger than me. She was supposed to graduate at the age of 16, but was in a car acident and had to go through physcial therpy for 8 months- so that was postponed. I on the other hand graduated at the same time as all the other kids my age did. In the fall, Michelle, and my other best friend, Nicolette are going to attend University of Florida in Orlando.

When I was 16 I recieved the nessary paper work and medical school diploma to become a resident doctor, but did not come into affect until my 18th birthday. Which was only a month ago. I was offered a job as a reident doctor at a children's hospital in Orlando and since I had already had a academic scholorship to attend there I accepted.

As I walked down the hall thoughts raced through my head. I can't do this. I can do this. No. I can't. I have to. But I wont make it. Yes you will, and you know it. No, I don't know it. I wont make it through this. My life is comming to a halt- and there is nothing I can do about it. Quite lying to yourself, take deep breath, and go in there and do your thing. But I can't! Yes I can! And stop fighting with yourself... it's not healthy. Or at least not where you'll be working.

Taking a deep breath I opened the door and walked inside. I was at my parents funeral. I felt as though it was mine- the way people looked and talked to and about me. People around me chatted and made hand gestures toward me. I had never really got to know my parents' friends. Many of which were there mourning over the loss of my parents. My family from both sides- mother and father's- were there. I knew most of my family. Others I was interduced to by other relatives. I felt as though I was going to throw-up... again. My emotions had bunddled up inside of my stomach and caused me to become ill. Michelle and Nicolette were there to help me through this. Eariler before we had even left the house I broke down and cried because I was afraid to come, and felt guilty over it. I didn't want to come to my own parents funeral. Sad but true. I had a fear that I would cry the whole time and people would be scared to come near me. I also was afraid of lashing out at the people there... my relatives and my parents' friends- hell even my friends would think I was insane. When in reality I was more than sane-so sane that I was kind of insane- but that's normal I suppose.

I adverted my gaze from the ground to the woman who had come up to me. She said she was sorry and that if I ever need something to call her. My aunt. My father's sister. She was always nice- never realized that I've grown up- but she was nice.

After the funeral Michelle and I went home. Nicolette went to her house to pack. We were leaving in two days to go to Florida. They told me we could stay the summer here if I wanted to, but I couldn't stay and watch the people in my town look at me as if I were a ghost. I lived in a small isolated town in Texas called Kerrville. I had to get DSS just to get MTV and local stations. But later on I had found out what was wrong with the cable box and fixed it myself, because the people in this town sucked when it came to electricity. I now had local stations, cable, and my satalite dish. I was the only teenager in this town with some sort of conection to the outside world.

I was in my room packing what I didn't have the chance to before. Which wasn't much. Michelle was on the phone with her mom telling her where to send her belongings. Michelle had only brought a few boxes and suitcases with her. And they contained her clothss-or at least some of them- and some nesisities. We were going to leave the next day but I had to go get dental records and such so I could get a damn dentist in Orlando.

Nicolette opened the door to our apartment/loft that we were going to share with Michelle and Britney, a friend of ours. Nicolette and I were returning from the store. We had to get food, cleaning products, and such in the loft. I was putting away the cold products first while Nicolette put up other things. I watched as Nicolette pushed a lock of her brown hair out of her face. Her complextion was dark and she was also tall and only weighed 93 pounds. I refused to weigh myself so I can't say how much I weigh, but I can tell you it's not much, because Michelle can pick me up... and she can't even pick up Britney who weighs 82 pounds. Britney was 5'1 with bright red hair and a pair of aqua eyes that goes well with her light complextion.

Nicolette, Britney and I had finished unpacking our things whilest Michelle still had a ways to go. Britney was on her computer in the room her and I were sharing and Michelle was- well... unpacking. Her things arived 2 hours late and therefore she still has stuff in boxes scattered throughout her and Nicolette's room.

Two weeks pre-graduation I had come down to Orlando and helped Britney- a Florida native- paint the loft. Our room is purple and green kind of like in the hallway shots of 'The Boy Is Mine' video. And Michelle and Nic's-what we call her Nic for short- room is different blues. The rest of the apartment had different colors throughout and each room is unique.

After unloading I walked into the sitting room and turned on the radio. Nothing good was on so I put in my Celine Dion CD and turned up the volume. When nobody complained I went and sat on the overstuffed black leather couch and grabbed a book I had started reading the night before and started reading. I had a feeling that things were going to be okay here in Florida, even if I was going to be doing two things I hate- working as a resident in a hospital and going to school. I hate hospitals. And I was never too fond of school. But, something told me things were going to be different.

Celest was having a horrible day. She had been helping her dotor-friend Jana in pediatrics with a three year old with cancer. She had refused to eat anything and he somehow took out his IV and they couldn't get him to stay still long enough to put it back in. And now she heard that she was supposed to take one of the few patient that did like her to physical therapy. But there was only one problem-- she wasn't in her room.

Where could she be? Celeste asked herself for the thrid time in five minutes. Her wheelchair wasn't in here, and she still can't walk well... unless... Then it hit her, Melina must have took her without telling me. It happened often, Melina was a pre-med student that worked at the hospital as a nurse. She usually took Jenia to physical therapy, but lately Melina had been sick and couldn't come in. Therefore Celest had to take Jenia to her daily 'work-out,' and Meline had returned the previous day. However, Celeste was still used to taking Jenia to her apointment.

Around ten-thirty at night Celeste went home and fell backwards onto the bed. She didn't even take off her shoes and jacket. She just layed on her bed- still in her scrubs- and fell asleep. Tomorrow was going to be a long day, because she had two surgerys and three pre-ops- not to mention whatever else the day had in store for her.