Summer Child.

[Abby Kramer]

A hard bound leather book, aged, pages yellowed. A hand me down for centuries, but hardly full. The words "Summer Child" are engraved on the side.

Entry One- Pre-Infection

This book was left to me after my grandmother's passing. Along with a few other items that I left behind, back in Aurora. I took this with me when I moved, because it has some of my grandmother in it, like her, I commit to something, write a few entries and then grow tired of it. I brought this with me because she wrote in it. I wish she had written more. It's dated in sixty seven. The year before she had my mother. She was young and in love. I have never experienced that- being in love. I have never had a boyfriend, or anything close.

I'm just the girl who has her nose in a book, and no one can interest me enough to get it out. So in essence it is my own fault I have no one. My only companion was my grandmother.

[Abby Kramer]

Entry 2 - Pre Infection

I've arrived on campus, and moved into the dorm. My roommate is very nice, she's from the deep south and has a southern drawl that sounds nothing like how it does in the movies. Sometimes I can't even understand her. Her name is Agnes, but she insists I call her Aggy, she says everyone does.

She's laying in her bed on her laptop, but she's stopped typing, and is just staring at the screen, you think she knows I'm writing about her?

My mother called this afternoon, I couldn't pick up so she left a message. I haven't checked it. I sure do dread listening to voicemails, from everyone- not just my mother.

Although hers are always the same, "Love you Abigail," "Miss you" "Call me", but when I do get around to calling her back she just says the same things she did in the voicemail. I know what she's trying to do, trying to be there for me, nothing has been the same since my grandmother died.

My mother knows I'm lonely, and it kills her that I don't open up to her. But I just can't, she is not her mother's daughter, she's nothing like my grandmother. I don't want a friend. I just want my grandmother back. Since that's not happening, I guess all I have is Aggy- the roommate.

Classes start tomorrow so I am going to turn off my lamp and try to sleep, I wonder if Agnes snores?