Now I'm Letting Go (BYE Fanfic -Toby McDonough)

'You got holes in your jeans, and a few in your heart, don't know what it means to me, to watch you fall apart.'

I sat on my bed, listening to 'Soldier' by Before You Exit. I was on Pandora and came across this unfamilar song. I was on my One Direction Radio, and curiously, I listened to the song. As cliche as it sounds, I felt as if I could relate.

I searched up Before You Exit on my mp3 downloader, and downloaded every song of their's on there.

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A day later, I had listened to each track numerous times. "Lena!" My aunt called from downstairs. I walked downstairs, and answered, "Yes Kayla?" She looked me up and down, critisising my outfit, she was a fashion designer, and insisted I wore only 'what's in'.

She was 23, and was my legal guardian. My dad left when I was young, and my mom died of cancer when I was five, so Kayla was my 'mom' figure.

"Lena, why don't you wear your new heels I bought you?" She asked. Heck to the no! Those things are deathtraps. I can not wear heels for my life, I always wind up flat on my face. Besides, my pink converse were perfectly fine. "Umm, NO!" I said, grabbing a strawberry gatarade from the fridge.

"Ughh. Fine, but get to school on time kiddo." She groaned as she grabbed a granola bar and left.

It was the last day of school, and I was more than eager to leave. My teachers hate me, apparently, there is a 'No Food' policy in the classroom. And I guess I wasn't an exception, but I ate my breakfast there everyday anyhow.

I grabbed my skateboard, and doublechecked my back pocket for my iPhone, and was off to school.

I was 3 minutes late, but Mrs. Holmes was busy doing who knows what, so I slipped in my seat in the back. "Great, everyones here. Since today is the last day, you all can sign yearbooks and talk." She said. We all perked up, and instantly started talking.

I sat next to my bestfriends Lucas and Megan. Lucas moved to Orlando two years ago , and he lived next door, so we became friends fast. Megan is my best girl friend, and we have known each other forever, and we three were the infamous trio.

"Lena, what are you doing this summer chicka?" Megan asked. "Actually, I am going to Daytona beach with Kayla." I stated, munching on my blueberry poptart.

"Lena! When did you plan to tell me missy?" Lucas shouted. "I don't know, it kinda just, slipped my mind." "Slipped your mind?!? L, when are you leaving girly?" Megan said. "Uhhh, tomarrow?" I said, avoiding their angry glares. "Heh, heh." I said nervously.

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After being yelled at by my besties, I promised to skype, and yada yada. The bell rang, and I hugged Meg and she said she would text me everyday. I grabbed my skateboard, and met Lucas as we sped home.

We stood at my front porch, and he looked down sadly. "Lucas? Don't be sad, then I'll get all sad." I said, picking his chin up and looking at his sandy blonde hair, and his sad smile. "It's just I'll miss you L." He said. "Luciee! I will miss you tooo!" I said, using the nickname he despised.

I laughed and kissed him on the cheek. "Try not to get into too much trouble without me." I said. "Stay away from boys, trust me they are trouble." He said in a brotherly tone. "Yeah, just like you!" I said, opening my front door. "Bye! Text, skype, and stuff! I'll miss you soo much." He said, walking to his house.

I closed the door, and ran upstairs to finish packing.

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I got off the plane, and walked to the nearest Starbucks, without Kayla. I mean, I'm 15 for crying out loud, she didn't care anyhow. I loved how she was so layed back. I texted her and she told me to meet her at the hotel.

I got a frozen hot chocolate, and walked out of the airport and called a cab, good thing I had my wallet with me. Kayla forgot the fact that I can't drive. Whatever.

I met her at the hotel, and we opened our suite and I pounced on the nearest bed. I felt myself drifing off to sleep.

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First Chapter! Whoo hoo! The boys will come in the next chapter. Comment your thoughts and questions, vote, follow/fan, inbox me, whatever. BYE! * pun intended *