Generation 02.07


After returning home to Appaloosa Plains I decided to go back to college. I had reached the top of the business career but after Tarik’s death the corporate world no longer appealed to me. The current editor of the Plains Post was planning on retiring in the next year and I figured with a combination of business and journalism degrees I would be a shoe-in for the job.


My brother Bradley had been abducted by aliens a few months back and following a strange weight gain it was discovered that he was in fact Pregnant. I guess in this particular alien race it is the males and not the females who get to experience the joys and pains of labor.


He had a beautiful alien baby girl named Cassiopeia, whom we call Cassy for short. With Cassy and Corinna being so close in age, Bradley offered to watch her while I went back to school.


Instead of staying at a dorm or sorority this time I decided to rent a house. The school asked if I wanted to advertise for a roommate but I declined. I was still morning Tarik and just wanted to be alone to focus on school.


I threw myself into my school work. I attended class and gave presentations.


I also got experience as a reporter working for the universities radio station.


One afternoon I had gone to the coffee shop to study when I heard someone call my name. “Brianna is that you?”

I looked up and it was none other than Paul Biden. Turns out he had also decided to return to school.


We spent the entire afternoon talking and catching up.


Before I knew it we were making out.

“Do you want to get out of here?” I asked. “I am renting a house on Harvard Road. We could go their and have some privacy.”

Paul immediately agreed.


We ended up sleeping together. Afterwards as I stood in his arms I started feeling so guilty. My beloved Tarik had only been gone a couple of months. I shouldn’t be sleeping with someone else.

I quickly stepped out of his arms. “I’m sorry, Paul but I think you should leave.”

“What? Why? Did I do something?”

“No, I just really need to be alone. I have always liked you Paul and we were great together when were first in college but things are complicated.”

“How so?”

“Before coming back here I was living in Bridgeport. I was happily married to a wonderful man and we have a beautiful daughter.”

“You’re married?”

“Yes . . . No, I guess. I was married, but my husband he passed away a few months ago from a brain tumor. I thought when I invited you back here today that I was ready but I was wrong. I’m so sorry Paul but this feels wrong. I am just not ready to move on from Tarik.”

Paul didn’t say anything. There wasn’t really anything he could say. He grabbed his stuff and left.


We had a long weekend coming up at school so I decided to go home for a few days. Plus it was Corinna’s birthday and I didn’t want to miss that.


While I was home I worked with her on learning to talk, walk, and use the potty. She is a very smart girl and by the end of the weekend she had mastered all three skills.


After returning to school I decided to try my hand at writing as a way to further cope with my loss. I wrote a non-fiction book about my experiences being a young wife and mother while carrying for a sick spouse. I showed it to a few of my writing professors and they thought it had a lot of potential and recommended some publishers who might be interested.


Speaking of professors I couldn’t be back at the University without paying a visit to Professor Richards. She is the one that got me the internship in Bridgeport in the first place.

“Well if it isn’t Brianna Equidae. I heard you made quite the splash in Bridgeport. What are you doing here?”


“First of all I came to bring you this gift. I small token of my appreciation for all you did for me. Also I am back in school. Studying Journalism.”

“You are giving up business? Why?”

I then proceeded to tell her all about Tarik and needing a change. She of course understood and we spent a great afternoon together.


My second round of college seemed to go by quicker than the first and before I knew it I was graduating. It was time to return home to my daughter and begin the second chapter of my life.

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