The next week my mom made me go to school. She said that she didn't know what was going on and I didn't have to tell her, but the only way to truly get rid of the problem was to face it.
So I went to school on Friday.
My friends were relieved to see me but by my request didn't ask me about my absence.
Everything was going okay until my last period of the day.
Math.
With him.
When he plopped down across from me I was expecting him to look at me, to give even the smallest piece of evidence that he'd known I was gone. Instead he just avoided eye contact with me.
I kept looking up, desperately searching for signs of the boy I knew, but he was gone. Everything was different.
So I wrote him a note and slid it across the table:
You've really changed. I remember when you told me I could trust you, that you were there for me. Obviously that wasn't true. Maybe you should look into a job in Hollywood, Peter, you sure are good at acting.
YOU ARE READING
notes (COMPLETED)
Teen Fiction"You're just a girl, not even a pretty one. You were just something to fill my spare time, nothing more. And these? Well they're just notes."
