The Year I Met Ryan (Editing)

Chapter 22: Maybe I just don't want you in my life (Part 1)

CHAPTER 22: MAYBE I JUST DON'T WANT YOU IN MY LIFE (PART 1)

I walked home from school, my feet dragging against the powdery top layer of snow. Luckily for me, the heavy snow had been falling off and on today, and right now it was in its soft falling stage. I wiped my runny nose with my sleeve and then wiped it against my jeans. My breaths were short and quick as I tried to control my tears that were free falling against my face.

Ryan had left in the middle of school, without telling anyone. The good thing is that I didn't have to wait long after school to find out that he wouldn't be able to give me a ride home. He told me ten minutes after school had ended. He said he was sorry he thought he was going to make it back on time but that he would tell me why later. I told him I found a ride, but of course I didn't bother looking for one.

I was sure he had his reason, and I didn't mind the walking, but for some reason I couldn't help but cry. Walking was good for me, and walking in light snow was even better, as long as I didn't freeze. I was crying because I couldn't help but feel like maybe Ryan was getting tired of me already.

Maybe if I tried more. I should have tried. Okay don't be too hard on yourself.

My thoughts were interrupted by the vibration of my phone.

Ryan: Babe, can I stop by your house in about 30 to 40 minutes? I want to explain everything to you. And I'm really sorry. Beth, I'm sorry.

I wiped my nose again with my sleeve and took a deep breath.

Me: Of course you can. And don't be sorry. It's okay

I kept walking, trudging was more like it. I calmed myself down; I shouldn't have been thinking that way. He had given me no reason to think that he would want to get rid of me. People always told me to think more positively, and I always told other that as well, and yet I never seemed to follow my own advice. The cold air felt colder as the wind slapped it across my face. My hair became a disaster as it fluttered across my eyes. With my palm, I brushed, or rather tackled my hair so that it would leave me alone. Darn hair.

I stopped, out of breath. Work out for the year or what. Dang I'm in good shape. I scoffed at myself.

Before I knew it I was tumbling to the ground. I landed face first and screamed. The snow, being soft, caused me to sink some ways into the ground. If I didn't know any better, the ground was trying to eat me. Apparently it wasn't a snow type of ground. Who would have thunk.

I looked back and noticed a rock a little ways where my foot has been before I so gracefully landed in the snow. Needless to say, that rock was not there before.

I felt something in my side and nearly howled in pain. But I, being a good neighborly person, was not going to make people think that this town was being overun by wolves. I sharply inhaled as my hand went over the spot on my stomach where I was hurt. I looked down at the ground and some kind of object was on the ground, although I wasn't entirely sure what it was.

I scrambled to my feet. I would just have to ice it once I got inside and got all warmed up. In fact, from there I ran to my house the best that I could being frozen solid. The sight of my house brought a smile to my face, and odd smile might I add.

Once inside, I ran up to my room and quickly changed into something warm. Right when I had I heard the door click downstairs. No one was supposed to be home. I rushed to my door to close it and then crouched down like a tiger, oh so sneakily. Once the intruder reached my door, I would pounce.

I heard a voice from downstairs calling my name, but it was muffled by me having my hands over my ears. Wait how does this person even know my name? Focus Beth!