(freshman year) chapter 19

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     Huge time jump didn't want to write several billion chapters of Angela being sad over Jonathan so skiping to high school.
   
     Today was Angela's first day of high school. She got up going to her closet. She had a closet full of dark clothing. She didn't care what anyone thought of her. After Jonathan left when she was 8 she couldn't get him off her mind for 7 years. Angela was 15 now. A freshman in high school. She was bullied almost everyday in 8th and 7th grade. Angela had rough days in school now. She came home not saying anything to her parents, came home with bruise,  and bloody noses.
     Angela changed for school did her make up, got her bad and left. She whent to the bus stop. She still didn't have friends. She didn't wanna talk to anyone. A group of kids came up to her and picked on her before the bus came. "Remeber me goody goody." A guy said and shoved her. She walked away as the bus came. She hot on the bus and sat in the front. That's where she felt safe in the first place. Everyone on the bus called her names. Calling her a worthless girl. She ignored everyone.
      At lunch Angela hid in the gym. All the teachers knew she was bullied. They knew she didn't talk, and that she hid in the gym.  She was on her phone at lunch. Looking a the house number she wrote in her phone when she got it. It was Jonathan's.  "He probably doesn't remember me or care about me anymore, were in high school. He probably found someone that loves him there. Maybe I should talk to him again some time."  Angela didn't know what she was thinking. She knew Jonathan wouldn't wanna talk to her again. He probably found someone.
     Angela whent to her faith hour class. Two more hours till she wjent home to a auiet house. Her parents were taking care of her grandma that hasn't been doing so well.
      After school Angela walked home. She didn't want to deal woth any of the people on the bus. When she got home she whent upstairs and looked at the house number. She diled it on her phone and someone picked up. "Hello?" It was a woman's voise. "U-um miss. Flynn? I-it's Angela" she was shocked by the voice. "Is this really Angela. Omg sweetie you haven't called in years." "Yea....7 years..." Jonathan's mom knew something was wrong. "Angela. What wrong darling. Your never this sad sounding you were so cheery?" Angela sighed "I  shouldn't have called I wanted to talk to Jonathan. But I shouldn't have called he probably doesn't wanna talk anyway"  before Angela hung up Jonathan's mom told her to call him on his phone and that he was at the park. She gave Angela his number.
     "Why am I thinking of doing this. He doesn't wanna talk to me." Angela looked at the number added it in her phone, she was about to call him when her mom called. "Mom?" She answered. "Hey sweetie I was checking up in you. How was scool?" "It could have been better mom. But it's okay it'll be better. How's grandma doing?" "She's good still feeling like shit but she's getting better." Her mom and her talked for a little bit than hung up. When the call ended the first thing on her screan was Jonathan's number. She pressed the call button and listened to the phone ring. "Yes not gonna pi-" Angela got cut off by a hello from a deep voice.  "J-jon-Jonathan? " the voice on the other end sounded confused. "Yes? That's me? Who is this? How'd you get my number?" Angela sounded sad "i-it's Angela. ....your...your mom gave me your number....after I called the house."  Jonathan was lost for words. "A-angela. Did you really call the house? You remember the number after so long?" She sighed "I shouldn't have called. Bye Jonathan. Your probably busy and don't want to talk to me." Jonathan stopped her. "Angela! Stay please....i...ive....I've missed you." Angela was shocked. "Missed me. Why"  "cuz I loved you Angela. I still do." "We're in high school Jonathan you don't love me....nobody does" she said the last part really quietly.
      Hours passed and they ended the call Angela layed in bed regretting making the call. Jonathan whent home sad but with a small smile. He hasn't smiled since he never Hurd from Angela or anything. They both were in theor beds. Angela was looking out the window at the snow on the ground.   Jonathan looked at his drawing of Angela.  This was the beginning of the end.

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