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It was the last day of summer. I started thinking on what to do with my life. Most of my friends are gone to me because of my move to a different high school, I only have one of  my best friends  Bethany.

I just don't feel like doing anything. It is not like I have a boyfriend to talk to all the time because I don't. I didn't really like having the thought of having a boyfriend. You would have to change a lot. And I know you hear people tell you a boy should like you for who you are but, honestly look at the boys with girlfriends and do you really think she is that perfect of a girl. Never burps in  front of her boyfriend, pass gas, never eats like a dog. Everybody does it but they hide it  so the boy will like them. And I was one of those girls. I had a boyfriend named Dylan. I felt like he was the love of my life. He was so perfect. He was like a dream boy. We broke up because of the most popular girl in school Amber. She hated me and i did not know why. If she would me mean to me i would just say sarcasm back to make her be even more mad at me and go away. It was the day after spring break and i wanted to see Dylan back from New York so, i didn't get to see him P.S he doesn't have a Skype or snap chat. Any way I was at a school and i was trying to find Dylan because I wanted to give him a hug and a kiss. It took me forever to find him but when I did i didn't know what to think. I saw Amber making out with Dylan by the bleachers. I had tears in my eyes and then I saw  her look at me with a glare. Then Dylan saw me and stopped. I ran away crying and I could hear he him say "wait...."

And if I still had a boyfriend, Bethany would probably feel like she was left out.
Bethany did have a boyfriend but, they stopped dating when the school was on fire and he was trapped inside and died. Bethany cried for days.

I called up Bethany because I knew she was ill and depressed. I asked if she wanted to see a movie and that it could be any  movie she wanted to see. She said in a whimper "yes".

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