neighbors//muke

sixteen

  My first day of school was surprisingly nice.  I felt the absence of Michael all day, but apart from that I liked it. I liked the school, despite it being overrun with teenagers and some of the teachers weren't the best. I stayed with Ashton and his friends, most of which I met at the bonfire, and they didn't all hate me. Which was a plus. I was still kinda ticked off at Michael, because he had promised. He had promised me he would stay by my side during the day, he knew I couldn't handle it by myself. I remembered how Ashton said Michael skipped school a lot last year and I wondered if that was what happened. 

I reached home, half expecting to see Michael's car in his driveway. It wasn't , which was odd enough. I wondered where he could be, and feeling a little betrayed, I went inside. 

The evening was boring as usual. My parents came home from work, they made chicken alfredo for dinner. They asked me about school. 

"Was Michael there?" my mother asked, taking a sip from her wineglass. Her eyes met with my dad's briefly, but I paid no notice. 

"No." I shrugged, not knowing what else to say.

"Why not?"

I didn't want to deal with this now. I rolled my eyes, and took a sip of water before answering. 

"Why should I know?"

It was silent after that,  I could tell they had taken a hint. Yet I couldn't help but still feel bad. They didn't know, they didn't deserve this. It was my fault for getting caught up with Michael anyways. 

"I'm sorry." 

I went into my room after that. It was almost nine and I had school tomorrow, and I couldn't stand to be around anyone in the moment. I hated that Michael could make me feel this way, and at the moment I hated him. So much.

I couldn't help but look out my window and towards the direction of Michael's window. His curtains were open, his room neat. But empty. 

I suddenly realized where he may be, my insides squirming with excitement. It was kind of sad how happy I got about this, but I didn't care. 

I just had to wait until my parents were asleep.

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my writing is so bad here i am sorry