"OhMyGosh... Are you okay???" She asked, with sympathy in her eyes.
I shake my head, letting tears drip from my eyes. "May I use the Restroom?" I ask my teacher, she says yes and I leave. She was all I had. I loved her. I love her. I need her. Dawn. Dawn. She was mine. Was. I cry away the rest of the day, and wait for my sister. She gets in the car, giving me a hug. We fight a lot, but she's there for me when I need her.
We drive home quickly, and when we arrive I say, "Get out."
"What? Where are you going?" She asks.
"None of your business." I tell her.
"Fine, what should I tell mom?"
"Tell her, tell her I went to J.T's. "
"Fine." She reluctantly responded.
I drove away quickly and pulled into Walmart parking lot. Tears in my eyes, I reached into the back of my truck, and pulled the necklace I was going to give her for Christmas. "Baby..." I whispered to myself. I walked into the store, with every intention of returning it.
"Ha ha ha!!" I hear, immediately recognizing her laugh. My head hung, my hood up, I charged away from the sound. I look back, and see her with your best 'friend', Brandon.
I hate Brandon. A Lot. He thinks we're friends but we Aren't. He tries to partner up with me in gym and things like that, but I politely refuse.
His arm is around your shoulder, and I feel immediate anger. Then, like a slap to the face, I realized I couldn't be jealous.
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Hard Times
Novela JuvenilAdam, an 18 year old boy who's life is so screwed up he doesn't know what to do, and worst of all, school's starting.
