Savannah

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In sixth grade I moved from my old town to the one I live in now. My stepbrothers came up from Mexico and it was a new and unsettling experience for us all. I was obviously upset after moving from my home I lived in since I was a baby. I was now in this town right across the street from all of these stores and there was people everywhere which was completely different from my old house surrounded by woods. I was angry and sad and alone. Everybody spoke in a language I didn't understand. I hated my brother and I hated my mother and I hated my father and I hated everybody. I was too hateful for someone so young. I had been reading some books and taking quizzes on this website called quotev and eventually I made an account. I usually read and scrolled through and read what other people were saying on the feed. Until one day I got a message on my board. I was at my dads for the month and it was when he still lived with my grandparents. I was on the living room floor on the blanket bed and I can't remember much about it but I remember laughing and having a really funny conversation and we talked about flying to hogwarts and all sorts of stuff and it was really amazing and it made my night. We stayed up talking until past midnight and when I said I had to go to sleep they said "you better message me in the morning" and my heart swelled because finally I had someone to talk to. We talked and talked and talked and I quickly became best friends with them. They told me their name was Savannah and they lived in South Carolina. I told her everything and she helped me though so much. She was always there for me. It was Savannah and Is against the world.

We talked about everything from boys to shoving spoons in our asses and she pulled me out of all of my shit.

Then she goes silent. After about two years of talking she goes away and it's been since September 27th, 2016 but it feels like many years not just one.

It was stupid of me to think we could stay friends forever. I miss her.

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