Chapter 8

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*ringing*

"Hey."

"Hey, how are you?"

"I'm fine how about you?"

"I'm good."

"Eden, I need to tell you something about the day you were suspended."

"No it's alright, Gabriella. I know."

"You do?"

"Yeah and it's okay I know you were only worried about me."

"So you're not mad?"

"No," I sigh.

"Good, I was afraid that you would be."

"Guess what."

"What?" she asks.

"It worked."

"What worked?"

"I'm going to England."

"Really?! Oh my god! Are you serious?"

"Yes, my mom said that I can go to the boarding school before second semester and she can move there as soon as her job transfers her."

"Why are you going to the boarding school alone?"

"Because I have to go before second semester and her job won't be able to transfer her before then."

"Doesn't Harry go to the public school?"

"Yes so when my mom gets to Holmes Chapel I will transfer to the public school."

"If you're going to the public school anyway then why don't you just wait for your mom to go with you?"

"I don't want her to know the real reason that I'm going plus I want to check Cheshire out on my own before she gets there."

"I'm going to miss you so much."

"Don't worry, Gabriella. We can Skype every night and text everyday."

"Still, school won't be the same without you."

"You have other friends though."

"I know but I won't have you."

"Trust me, it won't be that easy to make friends. You know how I am."

"Just be yourself, they'll love you."

"That's what my dad said on my first day of kindergarten, and look at me now."

She laughs,"Anyway, you'll have Harry."

"That's true."

"Well I have to go get ready for school tomorrow, you should probably do the same even if you won't be here much longer."

"Goodnight."

"Bye."

The next day at school, as soon as I arrive at my locker I feel a pair of hands at my waist, "hey." whispers Shane.

"Hey..." I respond.

Now that my plan has worked I don't need Shane. I have no need to run off with him and ride around in his truck but part of me almost wants to continue.

"How've you been?" he asks.

"Good."

"That's good to hear." he plants a kiss on my cheek.

"Shane?"

"Yes?"

"I need to tell you something."

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