Free A Portal to Leya by Elizabeth Brown Page B

I’m tired of waiting. I don’t care about Christmas and presents and all
the crap that goes with it. I want to see Trudy. I don’t even care if I’m a
stalker! I would give anything, and I mean anything to be able to hold Leya and
kiss her. But Trudy would suffice.
    Lance
    COMMENTS
    2cents hallucinating,
dude
    Heather please
call me I really need to talk to you!
    NORMAL
    It’s
Christmas Eve, and I haven’t seen Trudy, and I’m probably a stalker and I’m
failing most of my classes. Don Banks is no help. He keeps telling me stories
about Viet Nam and the time he lived in London. I just pretend to listen. No Leya
today either. I’m failing all my classes so I’m waiting for the talk from
Dorrie. Ben may chime in too. It hasn’t happened yet. But it will. I’m smart. I
know that. I can easily be a straight A student, if I tried. It’s not like I’m
an outcast rebelling. It’s not like that. In fact, I was semi-normal before Leya
died. I never needed a therapist. But after you were gone Leya and Francis
left, I crashed. I couldn’t focus—all that stuff you need to do in school. I’m
not depressed, really. Well, maybe I am in a normal way. But I’m not in the
clinical way. I mean who wouldn’t be depressed after losing a best friend? So, of
course the school psychologist, Mr. Rodriguez, was all on me like white on
rice, trying to talk, give me coping strategies. I told him about my blog. He
warned me to be careful. Not sure what he meant by that. He asked if I was
prescribed any medication. I said no. He asked about drug use, and I said no to
that too (aside from a few drinks and experimental marijuana once or twice, I’m
clean). He’s a nice guy, actually. And he’s funny too, which is unusual. I told
him I don’t think I’m defective or suffering from any disorder. And everything
has been going okay. I didn’t tell him the times I see Leya. That would negate
everything I told him prior. I figure if I’m rationale enough to know I
shouldn’t tell him, I must be sane.
    Lance
    COMMENTS
    Jabberwocky9 It
can’t hurt, Lance. I love my therapist--she rocks. She's a vegan and really Leya
minded, even though she wears leather shoes. We go to the movies.
    Heather I
think your therapist means you are blogging to a dead person and this can
become dangerous. Are you really seeing Leya? You do realize you can’t be
actually seeing her if she’s dead, right?
    @heather
yes, I do see her. She is not gone. She visits me. You need to Leya your mind.
    THE
ARREST
    Merry Christmas @ all. Neal Lourdes was arrested.
Ben told me this morning. It was after I saw Leya sitting on the edge of my
bed. She smiled at me. It was just as I was waking. I sat up quick. I grabbed
her hand. It was warm. She kept smiling but your eyes seemed sad like before.
She rubbed my hand. Then she was gone. Why was she so sad?  We are getting
closer to the truth. Neal’s alibi fell through. Is that why Leya is sad? Maybe
he’s not guilty so she’s sad to see him arrested? I don’t know. Neal insisted
he was at home. But, his alibi aka his parents were at a Broadway show in New
York City. The neighbors testified that Neal’s Harley Davidson and Ford pick-up
truck were not in their usual spots in the driveway. He claims the truck was at
the shop and the bike was parked in back. He may be able to post bail (depending
on the judge). Ben told me that if he is considered a risk to the community, he
will have to remain in jail until his trial. Here’s what we discussed, after
the facts:
    “Will he be in jail for
Christmas?”
    “Yes, most likely.”
    “They don’t wait until
after the holidays?”
    “It doesn’t work that
way, Lance.”
    “How long will they
keep in jail?”
    “It depends on the
judge.”
    “What type of judge
denies bail?”
    “One that decides Neal
Lourdes is a high risk for not returning to court, and a danger to the
community.”
    “But what type?”
    “A conservative type, I
suppose.”
    “What if the judge