Middle school was a whole new experience, girls started wearing mascara, gone the Hanna Montana backpacks and welcome the new designer handbags, i still had my old backpack and so did Romie, guys were getting hornier and girls were getting faker, a million dollar experience, but no matter what happened me and Romie stuck together, boys were encouraging their friends, hyping them up to ask girls out,Romie was asked out four times, i counted, me none but i didn't mind, i didn't want to date a guy who thinks with his junk but other girls seemed to like it, everybody got their preference.
Romie finally got her period yet no acne nor massive and noticable boob growth but she got tall, she looked like a supermodel, with her pale complexion and big eyes and an hour glass body, she was wanted, bet on, and envied by a lot of girls including me, yet she never showed any interest in boys, i noticed it but i never thought about it.
My acne finally cleared up in eight grade,but my weight was still there, my skin was clean due to a lot of water but it was worth the bathroom stay, boys started to notice me and Romie was happy for me, i finally got asked out but i rejected him, Romie didn't like him and neither did i.
School was getting harder, with all the scientific subjects, i was behind, i hated school, i was so focused on trying to get my grades up that i didn't notice the bags under Romie's eyes or the puffy eyes, cracked voice and thinning body, i was too busy feeling stupid, underqualified and dumb to notice how broken she looked.
One week later, Romie's parents got a divorce, i was suprised but Romie wasn't, she looked like she was expecting it to happen, there was relief written all over her face, what did i miss ? what happened.
Rumors about Romie's parents blew up, everybody was creating theories, some of the were very fictif and creative, example: "her mom is a vampire and her dad just found out","her mom cheated on her dad" , the best one yet "her dad isn't her real dad",i had no clue what caused the divorce, but it made Romie's eye bags disappear a little bit.
I was set on asking her about what happened, i went to her house, climbed to her room, avoiding the tense and awkward encoutour with her mom, she was in her room drawing, i put my bag down and sat on her bed
"Wanna talk about it ?"
she turned around and looked at me
"Dad cheated on mom with some twenty year old blonde"
I was shocked, but deep down i knew it , her dad wasn't a saint, he was a player back in the days,i guess old habits do die hard
"Cliché right" she chuckled, my heart broke for her, it hurt me to see her like this , if only i paid more attention to her, it would have hurted less
I hugged her , so hard to show her that i was there for her, i wanted to see her cry, for her to let it all out yet not a single tear was dropped.
Romie was a closed off person, she never showed her emotions or feelings even when we were young, her mother once said to my mom that Romie never cried aside from when she was a baby and even then she didn't cry a lot,i on the other hand i was a massive crybaby.
I should've noticed that Romie was hurting badly,but i let her fool me just like everybody else, keeping everything to yourself is never a good thing yet i never stopped and asked her how was she , truly but i "should've" will not fix it or make it better.
italics are Romie
normal writing: the narrator
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The Way She Was
Novela Juvenil"some things aren't meant to last,you know" "i know" i replied "you still write those stories of yours" she asked "yeah" i drinked "write about me someday,yeah" "i will" we were best friends, and now the only thing that is left are memories this ou...
