A flood of emotions rushes into me. Pain and anger. Sadness and pity. But most surprising of all, hope.

A week went by and nothing. But eventually, as they always will, the rumors reached me. And everyone knows you can't disprove a rumor.

Teens in the '90s had the same basic desires as they do now.

I tried getting my dad to buy me a beeper for my birthday,” he says, “but he thinks only doctors and drug dealers need them.

Because our lies matched. It was a sign.

And concentrating on the spot where the two spindles should be is the closest I get to looking Hannah's eyes as she tells my story.

What you don't understand, you can make mean anything.