Seven Days

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Averie’s Point Of View

I was having a dream. You know those ones where your falling from something really tall and it just never ends? Yeah, that’s the one. In my case I always fall from a tree. I don’t know why, I mean most people fall from the Eiffel Tower or the Sears Tower.

            I’ve been having those kinds of dreams a lot lately and its kind of starting to freak me out to be honest. You know how people always say that those dreams mean you’re going to die soon or that if you hit the ground you’ll die and if you come close then something really bad is going to happen to you? I mean, is it some sort of sign? An omen?

            Weird.

            Well anyway, right as I’m about to hit the ground, I mean in one more second I would have splattered against hundreds of rocks, my alarm clock goes off.

            It’s the very last week of school before college.

            I’m not too thrilled

            I’m going to miss my friends for one, but the main reason, I don’t want to be on my own. Here you have your parents to fall back on. They take care of you, get food for you, and pay the bills that mostly consist of electricity and water that you use up.

            Once I go to college, I’m on my own. I have to take care of myself. And to be honest? That scares the crap out of me.

            Anyway, I did my usual morning routine. Went to the restroom because after a whole night of not going pee, you really gotta go, next, I went downstairs and got a poptart, I can never decide whether to eat strawberry or chocolate fudge so I did the usual eani-meeni-mini-mo and ended up with strawberry.

            After that was eaten I did my hair, brushed my teeth, did my makeup and put the outfit I picked out last night on. A white tanktop with black polka dots, a small black half-sweater, light washed knee jean shorts, black ballet flats and a black heart pendant necklace. I only try to wear cute things so Ben notices me but I don’t think he see’s me as more than a friend. I mean, bestfriends, but friends no doubt. Plus, he has a girlfriend. Jayley. I hate her. Not just because she gets to be with him and I don’t, but also because she doesn’t appreciate it.

            She’s the world’s biggest whore. Everyone knows it, even Ben; every time I talk to him about it he gives me crap about her being misunderstood. How she’s not that bad and she’s just testing the waters and seeing what she likes. Really? Where do you draw the line? Seriously. It makes me sick. For one, she has a girlfriend publicly, (ew), Ben knows, he said she asked if it was okay (after he had found out they had been going out for two months) said, “she’s just weighing her options. She doesn’t know what she likes and I’m the only one who will give her the chance to find out.”

            Bull.

            Oh! Another thing? She’s pregnant. Three months. They’ve been going out for two years. (Ben and her.) He’s going to raise her baby too. Wanna know why? They’re engaged! They’re getting married exactly one week after graduation. Something about she doesn’t have the money for her own place and her parents are kicking her out.

            Huh. Who’d a thunk it?

Why was I ever friends with her? Bestfriends actually. People always said, “Jayley and Averie, two pea’s in a pod.” Or, “Jayley and Averie, joined at the hip. Wherever one goes the other follows.”

            I hated how they always said ‘Jayley and Averie’ rather than ‘Averie and Jayley’ too.

            Anyway, I guess there really isn’t any reason as to why I should continue to try and have him see me as more than a friend because it’s obviously not going to happen.

            I only have a few days left with him while he’s still my friend and not some, ugh; it even pains me to think it, brainwashed hubby.

            Yeah, I guess I shouldn’t care. I mean, it’s his life, why should I choose what he does with it? I couldn’t even give him a boost in the right direction, he wouldn’t even think about doing to that to me. He would let me choose my life so I should let him. I know I’m just kind of rambling on right now but I guess I’m just trying to convince myself that… I don’t even know. I’m just trying to make it not hurt. Because it hurts a lot. It hurts that he would let himself be treated like that, it hurts that she would treat him like that, and most of all, it hurts that he wouldn’t choose me when we’ve known each other forever.

            My motto. Life sucks and then you die. Not to encouraging, I know, but its true.

Well. Lets get this show on the road...