Today I got on the bus super depressed and confused. I wasn't sure if what happened to me last night was a dream or not, but since my dad asked me about it before I left the house, I knew that it was real. There was an 80% chance that I'd be abandoning everything that I knew to go to a new school where I didn't know anyone or anything. He didn't talk to me this morning like he normally would; I guess it was fine since I was exhausted from staying up to late the night before. I fell asleep not long after, hoping that when I woke up again the looming cloud over my head would disappear. It didn't. He didn't say a word to me when we got off the bus either. I was so distracted by what was going on in my head that I realized that I'd left my glasses on the bus!! AND IT WAS DRIVING AWAY!!!!!!! I moped into the building and watched him walk away to his first class. Why was all this happening so fast?
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On the bus in the afternoon, we actually talked. I asked him for his opinion on my final decision to change high schools but he said that he didn't know. My heart kind of sank into my stomach. I suddenly felt terrible, like nothing would change if I left. He wouldn't miss me.
I'm broken now...
~ April
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The Heartbreak Diaries
CasualeDiaries of the heartbreak of a teenaged girl, and how they may or may not have a happy ending.
