Safe...

Middle school.

I was walking down the hall as Dylan was telling me all about his summer. He told me so much silly stuff he was so amazing and I was so happy that he was there for me we've only been friends since we where 2 years old. Dylan said to me "Hey Kayla? Would you like to hang o after school?" I said as usual "sure!" Nothing could change are friendship nothing and no one. Our last class ended and we meet up outside the school doors. We ran all the way to his house and played videos games all day then his mom ordered pizza for us and we ate the whole thing! We laughed a lot as we shot zombies in the game. I say to Dylan "Dylan I love hanging out with you, you are my best friend and kinda my only friend." He replied back saying " I love hanging out with you too, the reason I am friends with you is there no one else as amazing as you!" He giggles and we continued to play the games till I had to go home and go to sleep for the next day of school.
The next morning Dylan and I meet up at the bus stop and then I saw Mindy Stewart get on the bus and her friends as well she has been bulling me since kinder garden. She started to walk up to me and said "looks like some one left there trash in out sest girls" As she laugh and pulled me and Dylan out of the seat throwing us on the dirty floor of the bus and as we where on the floor the bus started moving and there were no seats left so we sat there at the bus pulled into the schools driveway. We quickly ran off the bus and ran to our lockers and grabbed our stuff.
        As Dylan and I walked to class we realize that we had gotten called down to the office to talk to the councilor. They pulled me in to a room leavening Dylan in the office. They then talked to me about foster parents and crummy stuff like that then a nice lady about the age of 34 I think, broke some horrible news to me I ran out and fell to the ground trebling in pain crying as everyone stared at me.  Dylan yell "What's wrong?!" I said softly  with a crackle in my voice and tears streaming down my face "it my mother, she's..... She's dead.." I cried so hard I didn't know what to do with my self.
             A few hours later I had to go home and pack my stuff to move in with my foster parents since my dad is alive either.