Holding in the Truth

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I was about to come clean with my friends. What will they think? Will they ignore me? What will happen? I was going to tell them that I was moving away. I was eating like crazy. I relieve stress by eating or reading and I so happened to be eating. I began to get butterflies when they came to sit at our table. Time to tell.

Apparently something big happened and they were all talking about it. So I couldn't say what I have been wanting to say for the majority of the year. I began to write a short story instead. It was about a universe that I created with my own image. I wish I could just hide in that world. So I decided to shrink in the corner like I usually do. Lila and Grace noticed and they had me sit up and join the conversation. Why did the holding the truth hurt so much?

At the end of the day I finally had Grace to myself. I told her that I had something to share with her. She seemed so happy at that time, I would be so mad at myself she began to cry. So I finally said that I won't be at our school next year. She looked startled, sad, and then she looked like she understood everything by the look in my eyes. We both broke down crying in the front of my house.

I eventually told everyone and then we all broke down in the bathroom at school the next day. No one ever asked for an explanation from me. Which I guess is good for me. The end of the year was coming quickly. I was so sad about everything because it was my vote for us to go away. I felt so empty knowing that in a couple of weeks I would never see my group again till college. I began to sob in my pillow. My light brown hair becoming darker with every tear drop. How could I let this happen to my friends?

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