Chapter 1

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Hello Unicorn stars
So I don't think this will be a long story but enjoy...

Ages are 17 years old

Summer's POV
I was walking to school sad because of something that Missy Bradford did and blamed me for it. So now I got into trouble again. I came to the classroom and everyone was practicing with Missy. They looked at me angry.

MF- Well... it's about time. You're late.
S- Sorry.
T- Don't sorry us. You're letting us down!
Z- Missy is so much better than you.
L- She is funnier, nicer and a better manager than you.
F- And a better girlfriend. (Kissed Missy's cheek)
S- But I'm your girlfriend. (Starts to cry)
F- Not anymore.
Mi- And we are having a sleepover and you're not invited.

And poured water on my head and everyone was laughing at me. Just then my mom and Missy's father came in.

Summer's mom- Woah, a secret band. I like it Missy and Summer you're grounded.
Missy's father- Yes, I mean who needs you.
S- You're right, no one needs me. Not my family, friends or my own boyfriend because Missy is better then me so I'll leave.

I just walked out and headed home. I went straight into my room and started to pack up my stuff and wrote a letter even if no one cares about me. I even wrote one for Freddy to, I mean he cheated on me with Missy and doesn't even care. I dropped the letter on my bed for someone to read, put my jacket and my backpack on, grabbed my suitcase and left my house forever. I went to Freddy's house, clumped through his window and put the letter under his pillow and left. I know Freddy won't care if I'm gone or maybe even dead but I didn't want to just leave without a goodbye. I grabbed my bag and suitcase and walked away, I don't know where I'm going but I just wanna leave this awful life.

Freddy's POV
I was getting my stuff ready for the sleepover but Summer's words kinda worries me but why? I grabbed my pillow when I saw a letter. I opened it and started to read it...

Dear Freddy

You know, you never really care about me even before we started to date. When ever I tried to make you notice me, you just don't seem to see me yet I still say you're my best friend when deep down I know that you don't like me. When you finally asked me out, I was happy but I know you wanted popularity and all the attention but I still love you. I always cut myself because of you, the way you treated me, all of the gifts you give me yet you never cared or even remembered my birthday and if you were going on a date with a different girl and when I come you pretend to not even know me, say I'm you weird sister or just to say I'm just a friend. When Missy came into my life, I just wanted you to love me but you clearly love Missy. When I saw you making out with her in the hallway, I just went home crying and that was the day the band started to hate me. I know it's supposed to be Missy fault but it's your fault that I ran away. I hope you're happy now that I'm gone, I hope you're happy with me crying because of you, the cuts on my arm because of you and the sadness and no love that I have because of you. Goodbye Huerta.

From Summer

I started to cry because of how I treated Summer, how I could be so cruel to her, how I could cheated on her with Missy and how I made her cut. I can't believe I used her popularity and never fell for her and now I feel so guilty for never loved her. I took out my phone and try to call her to apologize but...

??- The number you called is not available.

I couldn't believe it, Summer is gone. I got a text and it was from the band saying the sleepover is canceled. I was hoping it was Summer, I feel so guilty and now she hates me and I will never see her again. I hope you're OK Summer but please come home, come back to me.

I was laying in bed thinking about Summer and I was looking at a picture frame of us. I did enjoy that day but why wasn't I in love with her that time. I just want to kill myself because of what I did to Summer. I ended up crying myself to sleep knowing the girl that I'm in love with is no longer part of my life and it's all my fault.

I'm not crying, are you crying because I never knew I can make stories that will make me cry.

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