Chapter 6: School
I walked into class on Monday and saw a horror movie. Stacey. Makayla. Liz. With. Each. Other. I wanted to scream. I did. But nothing came out. The tall Makayla and Liz vs. the short-shorty Stacey. But still, I am shorter. Their heads over her's and on their tippy-toes. Hands on hips and surrounding her. Stacey was horrified.
"So, shorty? Hear you're moving, huh? Is that true? We will only have her to bug and ruin?" They were pointing to me...I wanted to scream so badly. All they were doing was making it worse for her. Liz followed with even more hurtful words:
"And, while you're away, you may need this phone number to call. It's a Guidance Counselor. You might need it. Tata!" Liz flipped her pony-tail and so did Kayla. I remembered the time at the guidance counselor, I was so scared and mad to be there. But, it wasn't so bad. I actually had a good time. I wondered why I didn't help her. And, what would happen if I did...I should have stood up for both of us...all I did was watch my own horror scene.
The Move : (
It was the night before she was heading out. I stayed up all night with butterflies fluttering frantically in my stomach. I was guessing that Stacey was packing all night with tears crashing down on every box until it was soaked.
I tried to cry myself to sleep.
Failed.
I tried drinking cold water.
Failed.
I tried laying on my side.
Failed.
Which means, I was up all night. When the sun shone low below the clouds, I was about to fall asleep. But, it was winter break, how could I? You see, Stacey's family and my family were never close. So, the only times we ever hang out is if we call or text each other...
Text with Stacey to see how she is: (aren't I nice?) : )
Me: Heyy. How r u?
Stacey: Hey. OK...moves r so hard!! : (
Me: I no how you feel. I wanna hang out again. : (
Stacey: There is no stopping my mom's new job. We can still talk through texting.
Me: Alright. Text me later...
Stacey: Okay.... <3 : ( I miss home.
I started crying at that last text. I felt so bad because she will be in a brand new place! I was so upset but; now I understand how she feels. Such a natural, smart, sporty girl...Imagine who her new friends will be and who she will turn into.
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