I was as happy as could be. I was on the phone with him and I heard my parents talking downstairs, but I didn't mind it because they always talked. Later on I got home from yet another wonderful day of school and had my heart broken.
"What's wrong mom?" I was really worried.
"The landlord raised the rent. So now we're moving back to Indiana."
"WHAT YOU'RE KIDDING!"
"No, I know you don't want to hear it but we are." I of course stormed off to my room crying my eyes out. Logan called me after I calmed down, and I didn't want to tell him yet so I didn't say anything. We had our normal loving convos, except this time I was hurt. After we hung up I cried myself to sleep.
The next day I didn't bother looking cute, I threw my hair up, and I didn't wear makeup. On the bus I cried and got asked what's wrong of course I told them how I was moving. It really upset them. I got to school and saw Logan.
"Hey babe."
"Hey baby, you ok? You look sick."
"No."
"What's wrong?"
"I'm moving back to Indiana."
(No answer).
"I can't even stop crying." As I broke back into tears he hugged me and told me how much he loved me, which made me cry even more. We both wrote each other letters about how much we loved each other and how we both didn't want each other to wait for the other. My last day was that Friday, but between then I tried to spend time with mainly Logan and my friends as much as I could. I was so sad after every day ended and it got closer to Friday.
Monday was the easiest day for me. That's the day I only told Logan, but then pretended everything else was fine. I had my normal boring day in school and my awesome time in JROTC. No one knew anything except Logan and no one had suppositions. I was doing good on acting everything was just fine. I was being my happy self like always.
Tuesday got a little harder and I told Morgan, my closest friend. She was so sad she started crying which made me cry. We spent the night with each other as much as we can. We hung out all the times Logan and I couldn't. We were both so sad we both took so many selfies together. We have our own little album of just selfies of us together since we ever became friends. I always go back and look at them when I miss everyone.
Wednesday was hard I knew the week was half way over. I didn't tell anyone else on that Wednesday about the move which was kinda hard. It became harder and harder to pretend to be happy. I made it through the day without anyone asking what was wrong with me. Deep down I knew the truth, and the truth was I was broken and I knew I couldn't be fixed.
Thursday I finally told everyone about me moving and how Friday was my last day of school. I was so upset I was literally crying all day. I couldn't even look at anyone of my teachers or any of my friends without crying my eyes out. It hurt more than anyone could know. Me knowing I was hurting my friends and the only one I've ever truly loved by me moving. I hated my life and I honestly wanted to just either die or be kidnapped. I did NOT miss Indiana!
Friday we had PT and so I got to see Logan and all my friends. Plus I was with SRGT. Phost all day and he was my favorite teacher out of the whole school. I had my kindle and I literally took pictures with all my friends in every single class. I also got a picture with all my teachers and the principal. After JROTC Logan walked me to my bus as usual and looked at me. The hurt in his eyes, the way he looked at me, the way he touched me, just hurt. I knew he was hurt and he knew I was hurt. I didn't want to leave him, but I had to I had no choice. I hugged him a long time kissed him and told him I loved him. I took pictures with the bus driver and the bus monitor and sat near my friends. I hated everything, I hated the fact that the day had to even happen. Got home threw the note at my mom and started crying. She read it started crying and hugged me. How could my day of gotten any worse? It couldn't that was the worst day of my life. For sure!
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Short StoryFrom what a girl remembers when she was little that lead up to who she is and why why she is the way she is.