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chapter 2 - sorry

1/1/20 3:34 pm.

we started painting the poster board, and Amy would
not
stop
talking.

she would bring up random things that didn't have anything to do with what we were doing. she would take about her cat from when she was 2, then she would bring up the road trip her and her dad went on when she was 5, and she just wouldn't shut up.

"okay, Amy — shut up. i get it, you had a fun childhood. now please just stop talking and help with the writing." i said, quickly putting my hand over my mouth as i realized what i had said.

"oh? because poor little Silvia cant stand people who had better childhoods than them. do you want to sit here in complete silence or something?" Amy looked at me, upset as if she was about to cry and rip my head off at the same time.

"look, thats not what im saying, i didn't mean it-" i was fiddling with the paintbrush in my hand as Any quickly looked at he with a glare i had never seen before and will never forget.

"YEAH. I KNOW YOU MAY BOT HAVE HAD THE PERRRRFECTT CHILDHOOD, BUT YOU COULD AT LEAST TRY TO CARE ABOUT HOW YOU MAY MAKE ME FEEL, BY SHUTTING ME UP SO ABRUPTLY." Amy started to cry. she looked at me as if i had done something horrible. she looked so irritated, but also so sad.

i didn't mean it. im sorry.

"YOU DONT EVEN KNOW HALF OF WHAT HAPPENED BEFORE WE MET. I ONLY TALK ABOUT THE COOL STUFF BECAUSE I DONT WANT TO EXPERIENCE IT AGAIN." Amy shouted at me, she wasn't even giving me time to talk.

"Amy... i didn't mean it, im so sorry."

"OH, NOW YOUR SORRY?? YOU HAVE DONE THIS SOOO MANY TIMES, BUT YOU JUST NOW APOLOGIZE??" Amy laughed.

"Amy-"

"you know what? no. im tired of this. ALL OF THIS. GET OUT OF MY ROOM. NO, GET OUT OF MY HOUSE. YOU ARE SO SELFISH. WHENEVER I SPEAK, YOU SHUT ME UP, BUT THEN WHEN I TRIED NOT SPEAKING AS MUCH, YOU SAID I WAS 'ACTING WEIRD' AND THAT 'I SHOULD REALLY TALK MORE'. GET OUT RIGHT NOW IM DONE WITH YOU SILVIA." Amy demanded. she was mocking me.

im sorry.

i swear, i didn't mean it.

i started to cry. i gathered my stuff, trying to calm myself down, and trying not to show to much emotion, and i left.

i guess that was the end.
after eight years. its done.
its
all
my
fault.
i shouldn't have said that. i should have been a better friend.
i watched Amy block me and i left. Amy quickly locked the bedroom door once i left.

i walked outside of the house, sat in the porch and cried. i cant believe it. this has to be a really bad dream. it has to be.

as i sat on Amys front porch, her dad had just gotten home. he sat beside me on the step and asked whats wrong.
i couldn't just tell him. He's Amys dad, Amy should be the one to tell him.

"n-nothing.." i stuttered. he looked like he didn't believe me.
he shouldn't believe me, i was lying.

"alright. but please talk to me if you need to." he whispered, patting me on the shoulder as he unlocked the door.

"Hey Silvia? you should probably go home pretty soon, i heard its gonna storm."

"alright.." i muttered.

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1/1/20 4:17 pm.
                  Dear diary,

today was the worst day ever.
me and Amy aren't friends anymore. Amy probably hates me now. i feel so bad. i didnt mean it. ☹
im the worst friend ever. i shouldnt have said that.
i just realised i left the project there, i hope she gives me credit, i did help after all.

mom still isnt back, im really worried, maybe i should text her again.

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messages:

"<                                     mom <3  

"mom? when will you be home?"       1/1/20 2:01 pm.

"soon hun."       1/1/20 2:04 pm.

"hey, mom? are you there?" 1/1/20 4:23 pm.
delivered
"

1/1/20 4:59 pm.
fuck. still no response. where is she?

im sorry, Amy.