I had just finished The Perks of Being a Wallflower, though I don't think anyone would approve of me reading it-though it was worth it. It was the Friday before President's week, and I had that day and Monday off; our school has a weird schedule. That book was the first one that made me really want to cry, and I was able to really connect to the characters. It's almost anonymously written, all we know about the narrarator is that his name is Charlie and he lives in the suburbs, that's what I was able to take.
I thought of yesterday, when we both forgot to put our coats in the coat room and expected them to be there; when in reality they were upstairs. We ran up the stairs together, and he said he loved me, "forever and always". But we both knew it wasn't the "I'm-in-love-with-you-let's-get-married" type of love, more of the best friend type of love. The thing about him is that his mood could change really fast, and that he acted really different around whoever he was with, but I think it's like that with everyone. Probably is. Like around the newest kid in the grade above me, he acts like a "cool" kid, and practically worships him. Quite honestly, I don't understand why people like him, he never got the new kid treatment, which means everyone from your class hates on you-probably because he's filthy rich.
The day we said goodbye, not with my lose our coats buddy, no, my friend I met over the internet. Everyone's parents have told you to never go into chatrooms and make friends over the internet because they could rape you, but I did. He was from England, and we spoke for a good month, then we stopped. I blocked him, and that was it. Then I unblocked him, we spoke again, and one day I just stopped. I guess I couldn't do it anymore, but that's just what happened.
I felt like a terrible liar, I had lied about my age, everything. He was a nice boy, and he constantly told me he didn't want to be popular; he was fed up with being percieved as what he wasn't. He told me everyone said he was the best at basletball when he wasn't, how normal kids were afraid of him and thought of him as a jock. Quite honestly, I would too. Think of it, the best of besketball, a popular rich kid, who wouldn't think he's a self centered boy?
And that was the final goodbye, I can't undo it again. That'd make me an even bigger bitch.
