Help me

another school year

6th grade

"Please stop. I am really uncomfortable!" He kept trying to lift up my sleeves to my sweater. I don't want any one to see. How could someone love me. I ment nothing. I was nothing. Just a stupid girl with braces and an ugly face. "Sha what are you hiding from me?" I couldn't look him in the eye. "Sha stop hiding from me. I know. Its okay. I do it too." My head snapped up. A soft smile formed across his lips. "Its okay sweetie." He hugs me. Ever since he came back to school after his wreck he's been different. "Sha I love you." I froze. That word. I felt the blood drain from my face. I started struggling. I couldn't breathe. Once I broke from his grip I ran to the bathroom. He doesn't mean I told my self over and over again. He can't mean it. We don't know what love is. We're just kids.

"Shakey?" Hope asked. I looked at her with tears rolling down my cheeks. I've known her since second grade. "I'm sorry Hope I can't do it. I did it again and he told me he loved me. How can he? I'm nothing Hope." "Don't you dare say that again Shake. You're my best friend." She gives me a hug. "Come on let's get to class."

The next day

I walked into class. I hear someone crying. I looked around the class room to find my best friend sitting at our table crying. "Hope?! Hey I'm here what's wrong? What's going on?" She sits up still crying. "We.. Were moving.. d..dad got in trouble.. we leave the end of this month."

My chest got tight again and I got light headed. She's leaving? No she's my best friend She can't leave me. "Hope." I said while some tears of my own started sliding down my cheek. "I..it'll be okay. We will Wright to each other. You're my sister that's never going to change Hope." She looked me in the eyes. "Promise?" "Yes. I promise." I gave her a huge hug. I didn't want to lose my best friend.

Later on that month I got my hair cut really short before she left. Boy oh boy did she have a hey day with me about it. When her last day came we both cried and said our good byes. We always kept in touch. The rest of the school year had passed by. He was always trying to get me to kiss him. I was a goody two shoes and was worried my parents would find out and get upset and I'd get in trouble so I always tried to avoid that. He always tried his best to cheer me up and make me happy. For his sake I'd act like I was okay and happy even though I was dieing inside. All I wanted was my father back. I miss him more then anything. I'd lay in bed and just cry. My dad was my best friend. He'd always loved me even if I misbehaved or made him mad. once I lost him a part of me died.