I hate it. I hate everything. I hate school, I hate having no friends, I hate my life! He left without saying goodbye...
I know I totally sound like one of those basic white chicks, complaining about everything, but this isn't because my nail broke. I am upset because I have lost a friend. I shouldn't use the word lost because we still we communicate. I guess it feels like I have lost him because of the fact that he isn't living next door or going to the same school. We will be heading to college anyways but there is still the summer.
That's another thing. Summer. How am I supposed to have fun with no friends? I know I will see Ben, but that won't be everyday or at least most of the days. I guess I will have to make new friends.
As I am thinking these thoughts, I am receiving a call. My phone is buzzing out of control and the default ringtone of Marimba is blaring. I search rapidly through my bed covers to find it and when I do, I see that it is Ben who is calling me. I take a second or two to actually answer the call.
"Hello?" I ask when I hit the answer button.
"Hey Cam." He sounds depressed. Like the 2005 Emo kid depressed. "I wanted to give you a call and say sorry."
"Sorry for what?" I asked very confused. "You didn't do any wrong."
"Yes. I did my chicken shit move again. I never said goodbye."
I said nothing for a moment and then finally opened my mouth. I figure that's why we are friends, because we are both socially awkward. "It's fine. I get it. You are nervous and scared. I don't blame you."
"You know," he started in a soft and gentle voice. "in my bigger life, I would be sweeping you off of your feet and telling you how much I loved you."
I smiled, but obviously he couldn't have witnessed that. I gave a small chuckle. "Oh, would you?"
I hear him laugh and then before I knew it, our connection dropped.
I hung up and threw my phone back into my bed. I then thought what I would do in my bigger life. I would talk more. I wouldn't be afraid to meet new people. That's what I would do.
I would also have the courage to kiss Ben. We never had the chance before we left. If in his bigger life he would sweep me off my feet, I would kiss him softly on the cheek. Then the cliche make out session would take place like in the movies.
Sometimes I wonder why I think about these things. Do all girls fantasize about this stuff?
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Musically Yours, Ben
Ficção AdolescenteCameron Evens is a senior in high school. She has a love for music and plays two instruments, which she is a master at. She realizes that high school has taught her a lot of things. Not all of them are good, but the bad ones help incoming high schoo...
