Chapter 1: Leaving Kansas
Plain. Boring. Awful. I hate living in Kansas. It's torture, there's nothing to do. There's not much beautiful scenery, everything is plain. Even though I'm not into football, I know enough to know the football team is awful. I live close to Missouri, which is a little better then Kansas, but not really.
I dreamt about traveling, about leaving this dreadful place. But now, now that I really am moving, I don't know if I want to. The only thing keeping me here is the people. I go to Middleston high school, and it's not the best, but I've learned like it. But it's not school that's keeping me here, but my church friends. Yep, I'm a church girl. I go to church Saturday for youth group, then volunteer in the kids church as a teacher, then go to church Sunday and volunteer again. I love doing it, and I have some really amazing friends there. I haven't told them I'm moving next Monday yet though, I don't know if I can. Like i said, I am a church girl, love Jesus, not a fan but a follower, but I'm still girl, and there's still this one guy that goes to church too. We've been friends for years now, with only one or two fights.
Lately, things have been different, we've been hanging out outside of church a lot more. Church people may be good people, but they still like to talk. There's always has been people saying stuff about us, ever since we met, but it was never true until now. Well, now as in last week. We got into an argument, and haven't talked since. Last Saturday we wouldn't even look at each other. I don't want to leave being mad at him, but maybe I'll have to. I considered texting him once I got onto the plane that I was moving, but that didn't seem right. Maybe I don't have to text him, after all it was a big fight and I should just forget I ever met him and move on. Or maybe il tell him Saturday. I really don't know what to do. I hate him being mad at me. I'll just tell him Saturday.
It's Friday night, and instead of going out with my friends I'm packing, getting ready to leave Kansas, and go to Manhattan New York. It doesn't feel right leaving and not giving anyone I care about a heads up. I pick up my phone, and go to my text with cole, the church guy. I re-read the last text he sent me. It said, "I'm glad we are done talking. Now I can talk to much better people." After reading it for the hundredth time, I reconsidering telling him. So I start typing. "Hey, we need to talk...." I waited and waited for response, but got nothing. I checked Facebook to see if he's been on his phone and really is just ignoring me. Sure enough he had been. I sent him another text, "hello?" And got nothing again. I called twice. Nothing. I threw my phone on the ground. Maybe I won't tell him. Obviously he doesn't care. Whatever, I don't care either. After that, I'm fine with leaving. Maybe something will happen in Manhattan.
