It had been three weeks since dad left.
It had been three weeks since i'd seen mum sober.
It had been three weeks since I last spoke to my friends.
It had been three weeks since i'd seen Callum.
It had been a shit three weeks. I'd skipped all my classes and asked the teacher to send me the work. They asked me what was wrong. I simply said family issue. My parents always taught me to keep my issues to myself, it wasn't anybody else's fault so why burden them with it.
October 25th was the day I decided that I needed to man up and go to college. For the first day in three weeks I was going to leave the house.
Over the three weeks I had done nothing but lay in bed. I had no appetite, no desire to go anywhere or even try to talk to anymore. You can imagine the shock on everyones faces when I walked down the hall that day, Can't you?
The 'good girl' that never missed a lesson had disappeared and come back three weeks later. Everyone knew about Callum, nobody knew about mum and dad. Nobody needed to know is what my sister told me before I left the house.
I wasn't surprised by the whispers, I looked like crap. My usual preppy clothes had been replaced by joggers and a jumper. My usual perfectly straightened hair hadn't been brushed in three days. I had no need to perfect, not when everything had fallen apart.
This morning when I went to change into my usual clothes I asked myself- what was the point?
There wasn't one.
Now you see this date hasn't just imprinted on my mind as it was my first day back.
No, it stuck because it was the day I met him.
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