Monday morning I woke up tired as ever. Having just a little sleep. I got ready for school. During that time, mom and dad told me to stay home and rest. I knew that if I stayed, I would just drown myself in thoughts and I'm pretty sure I wouldn't be able to rest. So I decided to go to school.
When I got to the kitchen downstairs, mum and dad were staring at me. They were looking at the dark circles around my eyes.
They must've gotten darker that day.
I drank a glass of orange juice, took my lunch and backpack. When I got on the school bus, I noticed everyone was staring at me. I saw their eyes. I saw the pity they had for me in their eyes. I hated it.
"Saved you a seat, Troye" James said. "How have you been?"
"I'm getting there" I replied, while putting on my headphones.
James must have said a lot of other things to me on the way to the school but I didn't hear a thing. Not because of the headphones or the music, but because I felt my mind losing focus from everything else, from everyone else.
When we got to my high school, Damien High School, just as I got off the bus, Jasmine gave me a big hug, holding me tightly. I saw tears in her eyes. Seeing her tears made tears come into my eyes too.
I remember when Isabelle and I used to sit together in the bus on our way to school and also the times we had to walk because I was late. Isabelle was never late. She was always on time and for some reason, she liked to wait for me.
"Are you okay?" Jasmine asked me.
"I don't think I can be" I responded.
Jasmine Miles was Isabelle's bestfriend. Jasmine and I went to the same kindergarten but we got to know eachother in high school, Isabelle introduced us.
She gave me another hug and the three of us, Jasmine, James and I walked to the main doors.
I opened the doors and it felt like a movie. Time froze. It seemed like any ordinary day for the students. People doing whatever they do everyday, as if nothing even happened. If I didn't know Isabelle, would I have been that way too?
Would I go on with my daily activities like nothing happened?
Ever since that day, nothing has been the same. I could never focus in class. Isabelle used to help me out with my studies and she's the only who helped me study for the SAT's. We'd go on study dates from time to time. She was so happy helping me. When I answer her questions right, she always used to smile. I miss her smile so much.
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Lost
RomanceTroye Carmin is a teenager who went through a difficult time. His girlfriend, Isabelle tragically passed away. He writes to his family and friends, telling them about his past with her, telling them about the places they both visited and how they sp...
