chapter 2.

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I can't believe not a text nor call has been sent from Luke. It's been a month since our run in at the coffee shop. In a week I start at a new school here in Australia and I'm too busy worrying to even think about Luke. Im really hoping school here is better. When I was born, my parents divorced. I can't help thinking it's because of me. I always mess everything up anyway. My mom got custody, being the steady breadwinner In the family. Everything was perfect for 14 years. Then, high school happened. The bullying, the tormenting, and the ignoring. I was the loner of Sea view high. I was no longer me. I avoided my friends and my grades dropped. I got diagnosed with depression a few weeks after and my mom signed me up for counseling. The counselor suggested "a fresh start" and that's what I'm gonna get here in Australia. My dad screams at me from down the stairs and I know it's time for back to school shopping. I don't want to, most days I just wanna die. And today was definitely one of those days. But I could tell my dad was really trying to make me happy and I acted along. But every night I cried myself to sleep. He screams again and I decide to listen this time. We were at target and the strangest thing happened. I was looking around and then I saw him; Tall, blonde hair, blue eyes. Luke. I can't let my dad meet him, I don't even know he's not a total sociopath. And he hasn't called me or texted me. He's walking our way and I totally flip out. He walks towards me with this look of pure sadness and anger. "So Emalee, Thanks for the fake number" "umm what are you talking about" I stuttered. "I tried to call you Emalee, but it came up some Chinese woman. If you didn't like me you could have just told me." "But Luke." I sobbed/said. "I didn't mean too." But it was too late, he was already walking away. I can't believe I just ruined my first relationship/friendship since I moved. Like I said: I mess up everything. And i hated the fact that I'd never see Luke and his beautiful blue eyes again. "Who was that?" My dad asks. "Just some guy from Starbucks." "Didn't just seem like 'Some Guy from Starbucks'" he's right. But what did he mean wrong number? there must have been a mistake. Then I ran away like I had just pranked him. Poor Luke.

(I promise it gets better. -n.e.b)

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