Finals week would keep me locked up in my dorm. I had called and let them know and while they said that they were okay with it I still felt a bit of f...amilial guilt after all I am their big sister. I promised I would make it up to them and pour myself into studying."You're only an hour away Nat, you could go and be back in time to cram a bit before bed." That was my roommate Gina. She and I hadn't known each other when I moved in but we had become best friends over the course of the last two. Before my next conscious though it was Tuesday. I sat in my box house after the morning ride, and the animal fat breakfast, to I asked myself what I was doing. After the latest buying trip I hadn't called Jeremy or The Brit. I cleaned the jewelry from the road trip, and was considering what I should do with it. It was a miserable feeling not to be in control of things. I really was a little depressed to be honest. I discovered that even though I could scheme a little, and maybe even make a. “You don’t need any help? I don’t know much, but I could hold something, or hand you your tools,” she answered, flashing a mischievous grin. “Trust me – I’ve got it under control. You can be more help if you just go change. You’ve got to be chilly. And it wouldn’t do you any good to catch cold this close to your wedding.” I said quickly, trying to sound nonchalant. I turned toward my toolbox, my back to her, and fished through it, fumbling for my pipewrench. She turned away,. I know them, Morgan, but I can’t make my mouth say them. It’s so frustrating. I know it looks stupid and canned to listen to me read this to you, but I need you to know. I need it. I love you, Morgan le Fay. Our mother told me you were the source of all the good ideas in my life, and I believe her. I have known you took care of me and could never say a simple thank you. When you held me in your arms, not only did my nightmares vanish, they changed to fabulous adventures that I could only.