Short Story

Chapter 3

I'm sure you're all wondering exactly WHY my feelings 'changed'. It all started when I first moved houses. Don't worry I still go to Holland High. It would technically be moving houses for the "first time". 

I first lived in Fenville. I actually would have gone to schools in Fenville if my parents didn't change their minds. I'm glade they did though. I don't know how my life would have turned out if I never have met this boy. He was everything I ever hoped in finding. 

While I was moving, my house was obviously for sale. Which is why I had to stay with my Aunts and Uncles for a while. It was a little difficult because during this time, I played volleyball. Even though it was so much playing with my 2 baby cousins. Sure, I have to babysit but I always loved doing it. When I'm with them, I feel myself. My age. Still to this day, I am so grateful that they gave a hang to me and my family to stay while we got our new house. 

During this crazy time in my life..of course..it got even crazier.

I will never forget the night I was working on some English homework in the basement. I had a game the next day, so that only made me stress myself out. I told myself I did good for the day and wanted to check Instagram to relax and call it a day. When I first logged on, I noticed a black and white picture that was posted on Addy's feed. It was a girl. A girl that wasn't me. 

My heart began to pound and goosebumps ran all along my body. For some reason I couldn't control myself. I began to feel something else called; sadness. It consumed my body as I slept that night. I stayed up just thinking about it. 

Who is she? How long have they known each other? I don't remember seeing her at HHS? Maybe she's new..or their long time friends. Better friends than me and him obviously. 

As the days went by, I began to puzzle it all together. They kept posting and I was out of the picture in a sense. Addy and I haven't talked during that period of time and I never really knew why. We didn't text and I didn't want to be a bother. Every time my phone went off..I hoped it was him.. but of course it wasn't. I just had to except the fact that I would never be good enough to be apart of his life. 

He had her, so why should I care. Who am I kidding. I miss him. 

That's why my feelings changed. Because of the fact that he had found someone after all. I could never be there to give him what he always wanted. To fill the hole in his heart. He chose her and all I could do was watch. And the worst part was he never even told me.