And that's when the real bomb hit.
I had always had one really good friend. Her name was Katie. She was always there for me. She had stuck in our circle for as long as I could remember. Until the last day of school.
"Hey," I say, sighting Katie as I enter the gym, where we are supposed to wait every day for our homeroom teachers to come and collect us for class.
She just waves. That was unusual for her. She's normally bouncing of the walls, making everyone in a good mood before homeroom.
"You are uncharacteristically quiet," I observe, "What's wrong?"
"We're moving."
Oh god no. Not now. Not at this point in time.
That was a huge shocker for me. It took me the entire day to even process the information given to me.
She was moving to Berea Kentucky. Five big states away!
I couldn't understand it! Katie was born in Queens and moved to New Jersey when she was nine months old. She had lived on the east coast for literally her entire life. I found out later that it was because her father had gotten a job as an administrator for the school she was to go to in Berea.
It was so hard to imagine going to RYNJ without Katie. In all of my memories of the place, she was always right there. This was going to be hard.
I needed camp, like, at that moment.
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Sorry for such a short chapter. I'm just going through a really tough time.
God, if I had known that being fourteen would just give me this huge emotional roller coaster I would have probably killed myself when I was still thirteen.
Fuck life.
Now my parents are saying that I can't go to camp and now I'm really mad at them and I'm just trying not to break down.
Luv you guys.
Don't die.
Abigail
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