Last Will and Testament by Stephanie Bock
You are all gathered here because I have died.
Since this will is being written by me at the tender age of 14, then it's obvious I've died some horribly untimely death. If I don't die young, this will never be seen. It's sad to ponder the concept of never seeing adulthood, but I've pondered it. Life can be unfair and grim and painful.
Anyway, on to the Will.
My camera goes to my friend Max. His camera isn't all that great and mine is brand new. I hope he makes good use of it.
My PS2 goes to Alicia. She never wanted to do anything else when she came over. She gets all the games and everything that goes with it.
My cool glitter pen set goes a girl named Lan that sits behind me in 3rd period. She told me she liked them and it started us being friends in that class. I don't remember her last name.
My books go to Drew. He gets first choice of any of my sci-fi series. I wouldn't have read all that if he hadn't been reading it too.
Yes, Mom and Dad, you may read my journal now. I hope no one gets offended or anything. I had some bad days, just like anyone else. I'd like to know that someone will read that stuff someday. I hope the poetry isn't too weird.
All the notes I've passed throughout my school years are saved in boxes marked "Private". These notes are sorted by the person who wrote them, in the order they were received. On my death, these notes are to be given back to those that wrote them. Let those people know that saved communications are among my most cherished possessions. They can do what they want with them, though.
That goes for any photos including other people too, although most of my stuff is digital now anyway.
My posters go to Melissa, who shares the same crushes I do, and who made it bearable that we wouldn't ever get to meet them.
My bike is in really bad shape and I don't want to will it on anyone that doesn't want it, so Mom and Dad can do what they want with it.
And now the really important stuff:
My room goes to my little brother. I don't want it set up as some kind of shrine - please redecorate it and give it to Matt. Matt, you can also have my stereo, all my music, and my computer. You weren't old enough to merit all that before, but I'm sure you'll grow into it.
Any money from my bank account that was for college, as well as my babysitting money in my locked box, goes towards any funeral expenses. If there's any left after that (which I doubt) please put it towards Matt's college fund.
Mom and Dad, anything else that I have owned is yours, of course. I tried to think of something I could will to you, but I think the loss of a daughter would too much to compensate for. Besides, you gave me everything I have, so I can't really give you anything at all.
Hmm, how about if I will you my music box. The one with the kissing dolls on it that plays "Favorite Things". Keep that for me, please?
That's the will. I hope no one ever reads this. I just want to be prepared, that's all.
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The second star to the right
shines in the night for you
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