Lydia Diaz was one of the sweetest girls you'd meet. and one of the happiest.
But, trauma changes people. trauma changes everyone.
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We start back school today and all I feel like doing is laying in bed in sleeping. I pull into a parking spot before stepping out of my car and locking it.
I walk into the building before heading to my locker and putting my things inside. "Hey Lyds." Isabelle says as she walks over. "Hey." I say with as much enthusiasm as I can, but it wasn't a lot.
"How are you doing?" She asks. "Fine. I'd just rather be in bed. You?" I ask. "Same! I hate this place." Isabelle says, rolling her eyes. "Same." Miles says as he walks up behind Isabelle. "Jesus! Miles. You can't do that." Isabelle says.
"I just did." Miles says. Isabelle rolls her eyes before turning towards me. "Ready for English?" She asks. "As ready as I'll ever be." I say as I shut my locker before walking off with her.
"So.. question." She says. "Yeah?" I ask. "Are you and Miles back together?" She asks. "Good question.. I have no idea. I've had a lot going on." I say with a small sigh. "Do you want to get back together with him?" She asks. "I mean, yeah. I haven't stopped liking him. I also never think we broke up. We just had an argument. Like all couples do." I say.
"Fair." She says, shrugging her shoulders as we take seats.
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I walk out of my History class and start heading towards the lunchroom. "Well, there she is!" I hear someone say. "Yeah, isn't that the firefighters daughter? The one who was in the tsunami." Another person says. "Yeah. Apparently she almost died." Someone says.
"What a tragic story. Got the wrong ending." The same person says with a laugh, making the others laugh. I walk away faster before going into the lunchroom and finding my friends. I take a seat and cross my legs. "Well, you look in a rush!" Nate says.
"Yeah. Just uh, hungry." I say, looking down at my lap. "You aren't eating anything.." Julian says. "I haven't had time. I just sat down." I say, looking up at him. "Fair point." Julian says, starting to eat his own food.
I zone out as they all start talking amongst themselves. I lay my head on the table. Wrong ending.
This is the wrong ending. I should've died.
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In last period, I sit beside Nate and just start taking notes as the teacher talks. Nate talks to me but I just give him small hums or one word answers.
"What was the definition to number 3 again?" He asks suddenly. I turn my paper toward him and point my finger at number 3. "Thanks." He says before writing it on his paper.
The teacher continues talking and I continuing writing but I can feel someone's eyes on me. And I know exactly who they belong to.
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After last period, I go to my locker and start putting my things inside. "So, are you going to tell me what's wrong?" Nate asks, leaning against the locker beside me. "Nothings wrong." I say, putting my pencil case up.
"You barely talked and you didn't eat lunch or talk during lunch either. Something's wrong. So spill." Nate says. "I'm just tired." I say, shutting my locker before turning towards him.
"I'm not believing that." Nate says. "Well it's the truth." I say, crossing my arms. "No it's not and you know it, Lyds." Nate says. "Can't you just leave it alone?!" I ask. "No. Not when you're acting like this." Nate says. "Of course you won't." I say, rolling my eyes.
"What is it with you?! Why do you hate people caring?!" Nate asks. "I don't hate it! I just don't like people worrying about me." I say. "That's literally what I just said, Lyds." Nate says. "You said hate. I didn't say hate!" I say.
"Lydia. I don't get it. Everyone described you as a sweet person but from what I've seen, you're just a bitch." He says. I turn back towards my locker with a scoff. "What's going on between you two?!" Miles asks as he walks over. "Your girlfriend is being a bitch." Nate says.
"Woah woah. What happened?!" Miles asks. "He doesn't know how to mind his business." I say, crossing my arms. "I was just checking on you but then you snapped at me!" Nate says. "Because!! You don't know when to stop! I clearly didn't want to talk about it but you kept pushing." I say. Nate doesn't say anything, neither does Miles.
I scoff before walking away and walking out the building. I get into my car and immediately drive off.
Why am I always arguing with people?! I swear, I'm just some arguing machine. I used to hate arguments but now it's all I do.
