Goodbye...

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Saying goodbye is hard to do, especially when you know youll probably never see them again. Im a senior, and Im supposed to be saying goodbye at the end of the year, not the beginning of it. "Jess, whats the matter?" Jane asked sitting down next to me. I sighed, looking anywhere but in her eyes. Keeping my eyes fixated on the pale white wall in front of us, I huffed and spit it all out at once.

"My mom got mad at me last night, so now shes making me move to Forks, Washington with my Uncle Charlie." I could hear Jane's voice get caught in her throat, so I looked over at her. I could see tears threatening to spill from her eyes. Jane and I had been best friends forever, or at least what felt like forever. Watching her reaction, my mind flasehd back to the first day me and her met.

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It was the first day of freshman year and I had just moved to California. I had always wanted to live here, but once I actually got here, it made me feel greatly uncomfortable. I looked around trying to find my ground in this new place, but every time I thought I knew where I was going, I would get knocked into by some ungreatful snots. I walked into the front office, to grab my schedule. "Hello, you must be Jessica." The slightly over-weight women behind the counter smiled down at me.

"Jess for short." I said, setting my notebooks down on the counter top. Her smile deepend, her dimples showing.

"Well, Jess." She said, grabbing the papers from behind her and turned back around. "Here is your schedule, and a map of the school." She said, handing me the papers. I smiled back at her, hoping I could get today over as fast as possible. "Your locker is 352, thats just down the hall." She answered, pointing out the door. "And your first class is Chemistry with Mr. Blakly. Oh Jane, would you show Mrs. Edwards to her first class please?" She asked, looking at a girl with blonde hair behind me. Turning around, I saw Jane standing there. I smiled at her, hoping she wasn't like one of those little kids that like to bump into you then blame you for it. She smiled back at me,

"Yeah, I'd love to." She said, grabbing the papers from the lady and walking me into the hall. "Cool, you have all my classes." She said, looking back up at me from the papers. At least I would know one person in my classes. "Im Jane Marie Bleu by the way." She extended her hand, which I gladly shook.

"Jessica Anne Edwards, but everyone calls me Jess." I smiled. Jane walked me to class, and went to sit down in her seat.

"Everyone, this is Jess, she comes to us from Forks, Washington." The teacher said, introducing me to the whole class. I smiled, but I could feel my cheeks burning a bright red. I never really liked being up in front of the class, I was always shy and scared. "You can go sit down next to Jane." He answered pointing over to the empty seat next to Jane. I walked back to the seat, it was very cold, even through my dark wash skinny jeans. I guessed no one had sat in this seat for a while.

"Just a little hint," I heard Jane whisper to my left. Looking over at her, I saw her looking at the teacher then slowly look over at me. "He gets quite boring sometimes. But he also gets off subject, which means some crazy conversatins happen in this class." I smiled, I guess this wont be as bad as I thought it would be.

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"Jess, you cant move." Janes voice brought me back to the present.

"I dont have a choice Jane." I sighed, standing up. We began walking to our first class of the day. "If I did, you know I would have stayed here with you guys." I felt a tear slip from my eye. I don't think I can hold it any longer, I needed to cry.

"Dont cry, you're going to make us cry." I heard John say as him and the others came up behind us.

"You cant leave us Jess." Blaire said sitting down in the seat in front of me. As she turned around, I gave her a confused look,

"How'd you know I was leaving?" I asked. She didn't answer, but only looked over at Jane. "Jane you told them? I was going to tell them at lunch." I groaned, throwing my head back in frustration.

"Sorry, but I thought your best friends should know that you are leaving us before they only get to spend like an hour or two with you before you leave." She answered, looking over at me. I turned my head, still allowing it to lean backwards.

"Yeah, I guess you're right. I just....I just dont wanna talk about it. Lets pretend its any other normal school day huh?" I suggested looking between them all. Their faces were sad, but they all nodded. I watched the teacher walk in, and instantly Davids hand went up.

"Yes, David?" Mr. Roberts asked, pointing to David as he set his stuff on his desk.

"Jess is leaving us." I slapped Davids arm as he looked back at me.

"Awe, well were definetly going to miss you Jess." Mr. Roberts said, looking back at me, his eyes were a bit sad, but he quickly changed them to happiness. "Were going to be watching a movie today." He said, rolling in the small television on the rolly cart. I grew even sadder realizing this would be the last time I would be in this classroom, watching a movie with these people, in this town. I had to stop thinking about that or I was going to be in full blown tears by the time this movie started. Shaking my head, I looked up at the television screen. Once my eyes set on the screen, I realized he wanted to finish watching Romero and Juliet. I had watched this movie so many times before that I turned in my seat and started talking to Jane.

"I just dont want to leave." I sighed, laying my head on her shoulder.

"And we dont want you to leave." I could feel her shoulders move up and down with every breath she took. "You should just hide out in my attic that way your mom cant send you to Washington." She suggested moving towards me, and looking me in the eyes. I laughed, she was being a complete weirdo. I stopped laughing when I realized she wasn't kidding, that she was being serious.

"Jane, I cant do that." I shook my head, "My mom would kill me. You know she would find me." I said, looking over at her. Her head sank, and I watched as a tear fell from her eye. I was shocked, I had never seen Jane cry, she was always the strong girl who never cried, never showed any emotion unless she was pisseed or happy.

"I...Im sorry." She said. I grabbed her arm, and hooked it with mine.

"Its fine." Without warning the bell rang, and we were walking to our next class. "Todays going by fast." I groaned. It was already our second to last period. We were heading to the lunch room, when I felt Markus wrap his arms around my waist.

"Im going to miss you. Even though we haven't known each other for very long, Im still gonna miss you." His voice was like chocolate, he smile made me melt. I felt like I was falling in love with him. I've only known him for a couple days, and I am already falling in love with him? I cant be, I barely know him, but he always made me smile, made me feel like I was the only girl he had eyes for.

"I still dont understand what you see in him." John said, walking me back to the lunch table. Markus was getting our food, so he couldn't hear what John was talking about.

"I like him John. And if you are even the smallest amount of my friends, then you would be happy for me." I said, pushing his arm off of me. Ever since Markus showed up, John has been getting quite meaner.

"But theres just something that...is weird about him." He said, sitting down next to me at the table. I rolled my eyes, and turned towards David and the others. God, he was an asshole. The rest of the day, I felt numb. It felt like everything that I did, that I saw, or even heard wasnt real. Like it had just been a figment of my imagination. Without realizing it, the last bell of the day rang, and it was time for us to leave. It was my last day of school here, and I had to go home and pack.

"You want to come over and help me pack?" I asked Jane as we walked outside the school building. She nodded her head, hooked her arm with mine, and we walked over to her car. "Lets go get this over with." I sighed as she put the car in drive and began driving to my house.

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