i wrote a sequel to this lullaby. feedback?

i had to write a sequel to this lullby for english. im no where near done, but i just wanted to see what people thought of it . be honest =]

MAY

I did it. Stanford. It’s finally over. Who knew how fast these four years have passed. I can so easily recall the day I left for college and how everyone reacted to it. It was like a nightmare, with tidal pools of emotions flying right at me. Ugh, why do people act like they are never going to see someone again when they go off to school. I mean it’s not like I wasn’t going to call. I’d like to see them try and stop me.
I hated packing. It was one of those things I could never be sure about. Did I bring my flip-flops for spring? Did I remember my scrapbook from the summer? I hated not being sure. I’ve always been organized, whether it was my room, or planning one of my mother’s many marriages and even making sure my boyfriend Dexter’s socks were put away. If my mother were to take even a sock out of my room, I would know it. It helps that every time she comes in my room, she makes a habit of picking up my hairbrush or books, and when she’s examines it to her liking, she puts it back somewhere around the room. I never confronted her about this; I knew later when I would find her she’d be back to writing one of her books.
That was the one thing I have always been sure about in my life. When that curtain was down, watch out. My mother would sit in the sunroom and type, just type. The familiar sounds of my childhood, the click and clack of those keystrokes. It was as if that was my own lullaby written by her. But it wasn’t the one I listened to every few nights. Not the one that soothed my pains and sobs at night.
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There was a knock on the door. Damn I, I had just started packing my clothes and was folding that by item and color. I hated being interrupted. It was the day before graduation. My family and friends would soon be joining me; however it was still early for them to arrive now. I had a guess at who would be at the door though.
And I was right.
As soon as I opened the door, I was ambushed. Suddenly all I could see was think black curls, and I was being embraced so hard I could hardly breathe. The familiar hair, the anticipated hug, and that smell of dog, he was finally here.
“Dexter!” I gasped, “I can’t breathe!” I struggled to get free and yet part of me wanted to stay. I haven’t seen Dexter in a month, a long one at that. Every night he would call and tell me about how Monkey, his dog was and what new adventures him and his band mates got into. It was my favorite time of the day, only because I could finally talk to him . I never expected to feel something like this. A couple of years ago, I would wince at the sound of love. I saw how my mother would fall in love and out and get hurt on several occasions. I didn’t want that for me. Love just wasn’t worth the pain. It was amazing how I could feel like this and my mother the total opposite. She hoped that with every marriage, she would get that love that her characters in her books would always get, the I-can’t-stand-to-be-away-from-you kind. I just never thought my rules and standards for guys would be thrown away. Especially for this kid right here.
“Oh, sorry Rem,” Dexter suddenly realized that he was holding in a tight bear hug. “I just missed you so much. You know you missed this amazing man just as much.” He smiled at me and pulled me closer to him again. I was bracing myself for another bone-crushing hug. Instead he crushed his lips against mine and I succumbed. I missed this part especially. He pulled back after a minute and led me inside, plopping me upon the couch.
“So how does it feel to be a college graduate? Now that you proved your intelligence, you can run around with your diploma all over Lakeview. That would definitely be first on my list of priorities.”
“Of course it would, since you wouldn’t have any job offers to get ready for.” He laughed and just looked at me. I hated it when he did that. I never know what he’s thinking. Then before I knew it, I was smiling too. God, let’s face it, I missed this crazy kid, and I don’t care who knows it.
I slid off the couch, and sat in his lap. “So, what’s the deal with truth squad? Any new gigs?” Truth squad was Dexter’s band.
“Ah, the band,” he sighed, “well that’s part of the reason I came down here. Ted was driving us crazy with all this blabbering about covers, and complaining about the potato song. If I didn’t leave, I was about to bet him that he couldn’t chug a gallon of milk, so he’d get sick and shut up.”
This was the Dexter I so clearly remember. He was constantly betting everyone with idiotic challenges. Whether it was I Bet You A Quarter That The Next Commercial Is About Detergent or Twenty Bucks Says I Can Name More Names That Start With The Letter P While Ted Makes A Sandwich. I wonder if he ever heard himself talk before.
He started to reach into his pockets with an excited expression on h

It got cut off, but from what I read, I really like it! I really love This Lullaby. Dexter is the best! The plot continuation is smooth, and you did a really good job keeping their personalities. It was almost as if sarah dessen wrote it herself. almost. Keep it up though. It really is good.