Her g.d.

Lost a Friend

    "And when did you find out about this?" Her mood completely changed, from being sorry for me, to being annoyed.

"Yesterday."

"You didn't even think to tell me? You could've sent a text in like 5 seconds Miah!"

"Kylie, I was mad. You know I don't think right when I'm mad, especially since I just had a fight with my parents, I was starting to pack too!"

"Fuck that. You need to leave."

"Why?"

"I think your simple mind can figure it out." She snapped, my heart dropped.

"What has gotten into you? You're never this bad, even when you forget to take your pill."

"Don't you fucking date bring up my pills Miah!" She screamed.

"My bad! I'm sorry, just what's the matter? I need to know. You're my best friend, I'll always try to help."

"Not anymore. Get out."

"Good bye." I whispered.

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When I got back to my house I was feeling pretty shitty. I had just lost my life long best friend. I'm not sure what I did. There has to be a reason she's that aggressive. I pulled my bed covers over myself and cried.

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I decided to finally end it. I pulled out my phone, and pulled up Grayson's contact, I started texting him,

'I'm sorry for all your time I wasted. I'm sorry that you didn't enjoy your time with me. I'm sorry that you ever even met me. Bye.'

Sent. After, I deleted his contact. I put my phone on my nightstand and laid in my bed.

——

My mom's voice finally took me out of my trance when she yelled,

"Miah, baby get your stuff and take it down here!" I picked up all but two of my bags and carried them down to the moving van.

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The day we left my home for Montreal cane too soon. It wouldn't take me too long to get ready since I barely had anything to get ready with.

Before I left my room for the very last time, I wrote on the wall, 'Miah Anderson'.

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     After waiting in the airport for around an hour, the announcer finally called flight 52. My family stood up and walked over to the plane and got in. Since we had booked the flight very late, all of us except Leo and my mom were separated. I went on my MacBook and started editing my video for this week. I do storytimes, vlogs, reviews, everything really. I looked down at my Apple Watch because I felt it buzz. I had received a text from an unknown number. I got my IPhone out and unlocked it. The text said;

    'You know what would be great? If I didn't have random hoes that are obsessed with me texting me all the damn time.'

     I figured it was Grayson. I didn't bother to answer. A women with a 13 year old girl walked up to me and started talking, I pulled out my headphone and said,