Alone

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"Harry Higher!" I shouted, laughing while I was being pushed by my best friend on the swing.

"I don't want you to go any higher! You might end up in the sky!" He shouted.

"Thats the point!" I replied, amazed at how high I'm getting. I felt like I could touch the sky.

"Okay I want to go down now!" I shouted at Harry. He pulled on the swings to make me stop. and twisted it to face me.

"Hi" He smiled.

"Hi" I giggled. What a dork. But I love him.

"Guess what Bella." He smiled.

"What Harold?" I smiled knowing he hated that name. He scrunched his nose making me laugh.

"We. Have. SCHOOL TOMORROW" He shouted.

Oh yeah. It's the last day of summer. School is gonna suck like always. I get bullied all the time. I have no friends, just Harry of course, I get called different names, and sometimes it gets physical but I never let Harry know that.

Harry was popular, yet at the same time wasn't. More like in the middle. he hangs out with me rather than the other popular kids because he doesn't want me to be lonely. But I know someday he'll leave me and forget about me. That's why I make lots of memories while I can.

"Hey, You got kinda quiet suddenly. Are you okay?" He asks, looking into my brown eyes.

"Yeah. You know how I feel about school. The only exciting thing is that it's our last year, then we'll be free." I say.

"I'll protect you Bella, I always do. And I'll never leave you." He said tickling me.

"Stop Ha-harry!!" I gasp trying to catch my breath.

"There's that beautiful smile. I hope it stays like that all year and the rest of our life." He said smiling at me when he stopped the tickling.

"Jeez Harold that's gonna hurt my face if I kept the smile." I say laughing as he laughed along.

"Let's get home now." He said taking my hand and walking with me to my house. We live across from each other.

"I'll see you tomorrow Bella. I'll pick you up." Harry said kissing my forehead.

"I'll see you tomorrow. Goodnight." I smiled and walked in to my empty house.

Alone again. I sighed. My dad passed away when I was 10 after having cancer. And my mom doesn't talk to me anymore like we used to. She usually does but all she says is "You look like you need to lose weight" or "You need a good fashion sense, no wonder boys don't go after you." and all that kind of junk. It already hurts that I get that shit from school, and now I get it here at home. My mom works late hours and sometimes doesn't come home at all leaving me alone in this big house. My dad left me money which I'll have access to when I turn 18, which is next year. And I plan on leaving this place, with Harry if possible.

I took a shower and put my pajamas on and dried my hair with a towel. I chose an outfit for tomorrow and got ready to go to sleep, setting my alarm.

Hopefully everything will be okay tomorrow.