Junior Year

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*BEFORE READING: I am not the best writer. If you don't enjoy I apologize and in advance I do not have the best grammar*

DANIELLE'S P.O.V
    Junior year. I don't even know who I am anymore. All I know is I need to move on. Kyle doesn't even remember who I am anymore; too busy hooking up with Marilyn, the prettiest girl at Campbell High School. Marilyn chooses not to try and is still close to perfect at everything. She could have the worst hair day and boys would still drool over her because she's just-her. That's why Kyle dumped me. I cared so much but he cared so little. For some reason it still hurts so much that I created a bubble around me, even from my best friends that usually know what's up. Getting out of bed I wipe my eyes, and even a few tears. I avoided seeing Kyle all summer, after we broke up in May. Before the bad break, he had me wrapped around his finger for years since the 7th grade. But today would be a new beginning.
    "Good morning honey!" My mother says enthusiastically. "Who is ready for their very first day of school? Junior year was my favorite year in high school and I think this year will be your year Hun!"
    "I don't know I guess we will have to find out," I spoke, nodding back with a fake smile. My mother has been fake smiling ever since my dad left us. So crying over Kyle to my mom, was not an option for everything she has went through these past few months. My older sister Samantha, went off to college on top of that. So in the house, it's pretty much me, her, and millions of fake smiles and laughter everyday. Walking out of my room, she carefully closes the door. Finally, I can think without judgement. Checking the time, my phone read 6:32. Better get dressed. I decided on a simple white romper with sandals and grabbed a granola bar before heading out the door.
   "Wait up, honey please be home by 3:00 today, to meet the neighbors!" My mother said as I bolted towards the door. Oh great, the neighbors. Of course my first day of school will be filled with moving boxes.

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