Layla's story

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I could feel the tears running down my face. I felt some one grab my hand and forgot I was not alone. Hardin was  sitting next me. He had told me he was moving to New York with his mom  and would most likely not come back for a while. I looked up at him. He had a apologetic face with a hint of sadness. I turned away Quickly hoping he would not see. I heard him crying. He never cried. I turned towards him and hugged him tight. Then, I whispered in his ear.

"I'll miss you Hardin but please don't cry." He pulled my away to look at me. I could see pain in his eyes. He whispered something in my ear then, left. I felt like I had lost my best friend. I had in fact lost him to New York. I wanted to stop him from leaving but I could not move. I was frozen, Frozen in fear of losing him forever, of being alone without my best friend. I laid my head on my pillow and let the tears fall down my cheek. I thought about what he said, what he had whispered in my ear. I though about the words deeply. Repeating them over and over in my head.

"I love you Lyla." I went down stairs to get a glass of water. On the way down I heard my mom talking to Hardin's mom. I ran down stairs and into the living room. I did not see Hardin in the room with them. Hardin's mom, Mrs. Alexander, looked sad as well. 

"Where's Hardin?" She stopped and looked at me. I could feel my Body freeze. 

"Honey, he went home to pack his stuff." I felt my heart shatter. My best friend I had since kindergarten had left. I slowly walked into the kitchen and grabbed a cup. I did not realize I had broken a cup until mom and Mrs. Alexander walked in the kitchen to check on me.

"Sorry mom, I-". She grabbed my arm and pulled me into a hug.

"It's ok. I'm just glad your not hurt." Mrs. Alexander grabbed the broom and the dust pan.

"Mrs. Alexander you don't have to clean that. You should go home and pack." she looked at her watch and chuckled.

"Your right I do need to go, Thanks Layla." She walked towards me and kissed my cheek.

"Be good Layla." she hugged me then walked to mom. I started walking up stairs until mom called me.

"Where are you going Layla?" I stopped walking and looked at her.

"I'm going to bed. I'm tired." She looked tired as well.

"Ok baby, goodnight." I walked up the remaining stairs. When I got to my room I laid my head down and went to sleep. School would be really different tomorrow.