Me and the Mystery boy

Goodbye Forever?

I'm not going to lie to you and say that it was simple to accept that Kayla might not ever talk to me again, because it's not. Let's just say since the 'incident' I haven't tried to contact her nor has she tried to contact me, but how can I blame her? I mean technically she was just acting that way because she was upset, I'm sure, but maybe her actions spoke louder than her words. I mean she tried to punch me, twice. Maybe she really did mean every word she said, but there's a part of me that refuses to believe that because I could see all of the raw emotion written in the creases of her face and especially in her eyes. I was upset after that because she really was my only friend and all of her friends I sort of thought that they were my 'friends' to but I was extremely wrong. I'm going to stop thinking about Kayla because it's making me sad all over again.

At this very moment I am laying down in my bed trying to go to sleep. I pull the blanket up to my chin and stare at the ceiling above me. I see a dim green glow coming from right above my head, it takes me a few seconds to remember that it was those glow in the dark stars that I use to have when I was a kid. I remember being so excited to get them and put them all over my ceiling so that it would look like I was watching the night sky but in my own bedroom. I was kind of a weird little girl. I used to stay up some nights for the longest time looking at the stars and thinking about things. While we're on the topic of my child hood maybe I should tell you about all the other things I did and believed in. For starters I used to have an imaginary friend named Oliver Peep who I would always talk to when I needed some advice (which is probably why I am good at giving other people advice). He always sat in one spot and he never really moved at all, whenever I was little I made up this thing that Oliver Peep couldn't move because 1) I didn't imagine him with any legs, so he couldn't walk around at all and 2) Because he was always on duty. And by that I mean he was always like my body guard so to speak, he helped me fight away bad dreams. So I guess you could say I was kind of a lonely child when I was younger but we would always go on crazy adventures. We used to hike up mountains, jump out of planes with parachutes on, we fought dragons and tried to tame them so that we could tell everyone that we had pet dragons. (I had a very imaginative brain I guess you could say). I was also very into art. I mean it was art in my seven year old brain but a huge mess in my moms eyes. I used to take old paint and dip my hands and feet into it and walk all over the house, dragging my hands along the walls so it would make streaks of paint. I thought of it as a masterpiece but my mom thought the exact opposite. She couldn't help but laugh though because it must have been quite a sight as soon as she got home to see her seven year old daughter covered in different colored paint from head to toe, dragging paint along the walls and on the floor. I also used to be obsessed with watching the little cartoons that say things like,"Which way should we go to get to the castle? Right or left?" Then they would take a dramatic pause as if you were saying something and then say the right answer. I would always keep my mouth shut and not say a word, so whenever they would say like,"Your right! We need to go left to get to the castle!" I would laugh hysterically until my stomach starting hurting because I would think that they were just the dumbest things to think I had actually said something when I really didn't.

I laugh a little as I picture the thought of me rolling around on the floor,
clutching my stomach. I roll on my side and readjust the pillow to fit my head perfectly. All of a sudden my door is cracked open, making me jump a little bit. Johnny flipped the light switch on so fast that I had to put my hands over my eyes so they could adjust to the abrupt change in lighting.

Johnny whispered as he came closer to me,"I hope you weren't asleep. Either way this came for you in the mail today and I just wanted to make sure you got it before I forgot about it."

He handed me a slim white envelope that had my initials written in big bold
letters on the front. I snatched the letter from his hand quickly and began prying it open. I slipped the envelope off of the letter and let the envelope fall onto my bed. This is it. Another letter, another piece of the puzzle I wish to solve.