Brendon and I talked everyday during summer vacation. He called me sometimes, but we usually just texted. I was okay with that.
Ana, Mia and I went jogging every morning from 7:30 to 8:00. We usually talked after that, until Ana and Mia took off and I went home as well. It was great. Summer was always great.
However, everything changed when it was time for me to go back to school. It always did.
I was in ninth grade, and my boyfriend had just graduated school. Despite his many attempts to soothe my worries, I was still pretty sure that nothing would be the same after he left.
I always did my best to get rid of those thoughts. The idea of Brendon leaving me... I couldn't even imagine my life without him. It wasn't possible.
His first two days of college, he texted me nonstop. Cute messages, random 'I love you's, asking about how I was... He made it feel like nothing was going to change.
After those two glorious days, Brendon stopped texting me. Just like that. I spent his whole third day of college waiting for a text, but it never came. At night, I decided to text him. I asked him about his day, how he felt, I told him I loved him...
But he was acting different. He was being very blunt, and it just made me frustrated. Was he mad at me? Was I boring? Was I annoying? Could he at least tell me what was going on?
On the fourth day, I decided not to text him at all. Talking to someone who acted like they didn't care at all was incredibly frustrating.
"If he wants to talk to me, then he will" I thought.
But apparently he didn't want to talk to me. It was the fifth day, and still no text. No call. Nothing at all. I was sitting on my bed, when I heard a light knock on the door.
"Come in" I said softly.
A girl walked in. I'd never seen her before, but I was guessing she was friends with the "always turn up out of the blue" squad (aka Ana and Mia).
She was short, probably a little bit taller than me, but still short. She was very pale... And she reminded me of Ana. Funny how everyone and everything reminded me of Ana.
Her hair was just a tiny bit wavy, medium length and very blonde. It was also very messy. She was so pale she looked kind of unhealthy. Her lips were quite red, and her nose was perfect. Her eyebrows were thick. Her face? Expressionless.
"Do I know you?" I asked. She was sort of scary.
"No," she said "but I'm friends with Ana"
Shocker.
"Oh" I said. Ana's friends were so dark and mysterious... I didn't know how to deal with them.
"You're Marianne, aren't you?" She said, tearing her eyes away from the floor for the first time. They were exactly what I expected: deadly gray.
"Yes, and you are?"
"Cat"
