All I Want is a Happy Ending

Summer

I lower my head now at the memory of my Father, though what happened does not define him.

The beginning to the ending of my old life starts with phones. I took my Dad's old flip phone to school for the last couple of weeks of school, I was trying to get on with studies and focus. I laughed in the kitchen with my Dad listening to the old ring tones. I was sending them to my friend Stacy so she could laugh along.  

Stacy had been an on off friend of mine since year 8. She was bubbly and loved by what I thought was many in the year level. I knew her sisters and Mum well because the year before I had stay at her house a lot and attended her Mum graduation from uni. But I soon started not to trust her after I realised in year 10 at a school social she had been telling her boyfriend everything about me and others, including the break up of one of my relationships. But I was weak and took her in when she needed some where to go.
It was term 4 of 2017 and we were close friends again. Year 11 exams had finished and now we started 'kick start' for year 12. I was in the library at school and put my phone on silent as the rings were really loud. I was helping to more things around as renovations were being done. I looked at my phone and saw miss calls and voice mails of random numbers, I listened to them and Stacy had been kicked out of home. Too this day I'm confused weather or not she was actually kicked out or if she took the step to leave. I told her I was still at school and that I would meet her here. 

I told the staff members that she had been kicked out as I panicked. When arrived she was teary, she said the last conversation she had with her sister was a fight, last conversation. She acted though she would never see them again. I was already thinking of plan A, B, all the way down to Z as she cried in my arms. I worried for her sisters that relied on her, and her Mum that had been sick for a long time. She had a tiny bag packed with a fancy shirt and tight black skirt, with jeans and a singlet from memory, she also had a pillow and make up in her locker, she said she knew she was going to be kicked out so she came prepared. But that only builds my suspicions that maybe she wasn't fully kicked out. She said she didn't want the school knowing in case she got her Mum in trouble, so we lied. Saying she went back home and that everything was fine. we did that for the rest of that week until the last day of school.

My summer became my mental prison, disguised with smiles around me, all of them fake. At first it was fun, I saw her as a sister and we went out to the city and travelled hours to see friends on trains and buses. She soon got back with an ex, and then it went down from there. She spent less time with me, even if she was with me she was texting him. Then she was texting multiple people. At one point she was having break fast at my house, leaving for her boyfriends, then coming home for dinner. I felt like a bed and breakfast, she talked to me about nothing and only spoke up when I had enough of her ways and told her she was living with me now and she had to pull her weight. Worst was my Dad asking if she was texting her Mum to try and go back home, she was but rarely. We leaded her one of my Dads old phones so she could contact her Mum but all she was doing was texting her boyfriend. I lost her as a friend way before the 17 of January. 

I was texting two friends of mine all summer to rant about Stacy and they all told me to kick her out, they told me to kick her out before any of this bullshit had started. I was told I was doing a good thing but that she was trouble, and I knew that. I found that I wasn't the only one who didn't fully trust her, but I still did nothing. But then I heard a rumour, a rumour then soon ended my prison of endless fake smiles, a rumour that showed me everything was fake, and that rumour killed my life.