Sick Love

The First Day Back

"Are you sure you're ready?" "Yes mom, it's been a month, I can't miss anymore school. Anyways, I'd like to see Cameron and Leslie again." I replied to my mother. "Okay, I love you Demi." "I love you too mom." I replied again. "Bye Denim." My brother said, using the name he's called me since he was two, and I was born. He says it's because Demi looks like Denim when spelled out. "Bye, Gutter." I replied, with the nickname me and my father had come up with for him when I was five, because I was annoyed that he called me Denim.
    My mom gave me a hug, and my brother handed me my bag. "Okay, I love you both, now goodbye." I said, and I shut the door behind myself. Next door, came my tall, blonde, blue eyed neighbor and best friend, Cameron, running down the sidewalk. He held me in a bear hug for what seemed like forever. "I missed you!" "I missed you too, Cam." I answered.
    He opened the passenger door to his 1990, cardinal red, Ford Ranger. I climbed in, and he shut the door. School was only about a ten minute drive from our neighborhood, and we usually just listened to music on the way. "So, how are things holding up?" "I'm doing better everyday, but some days, it's especially hard. My mom has been doing as many things to keep her mind off of it, and Garrett is just watching over me and my mom, I know he needs a break though." I replied. "I'm sure he does, but he's the man now, and he's making sure you and your mom are alright." How could we be alright? I lost my biggest supporter and my favorite person in the world a month ago. "Yeah." I said, because I wanted to try and stay positive today.
   Cameron turned the radio up, and Coldplay was on. "When the tears come streaming down your face, when you lose something you can't replace. When you love someone but it goes to waste, could it be worse?" I leaned my head against the window as Cameron sung, I quietly began crying, and tears rolled down my face. We pulled up to the school, and Cameron hopped out. The passenger door squeaked open, and Leslie was waiting right outside of it. "Aww, I'm so sorry. Don't cry." She took me into a hug, and I wiped my tears away. I managed a smile, and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "I missed you Leslie." I voiced. "I missed you so much Demi!" She squealed back at me.
    I'm a very introverted person, so I only really had Cameron, and Leslie. We all three walked down the hall and I felt like everyone was staring directly at me, and it was embarrassing. I had no idea what to do, i hadn't had this much attention since the Spelling Bee in fourth grade. I began panicking, but it was to early in the day to start freaking out. I want my mom to be confident that I can come back.
    We reached my first period, and Leslie and Cameron dropped me off. Cameron had gym, and Leslie had biology, I was in calculus. The hours passed by quickly, and it was already lunch time, I felt like no one had taken their eyes off of me since I arrived. "How's it goin?" Leslie asked. "Is everyone staring at me? Or is it just my mind playing tricks on me?" I asked back. "Uhm, I think a few people are definitely, but not too many." She answered. "Oh, okay. I'm doing okay." I said. "That's better than bad." Said Cameron. "Yeah." I said in response. I didn't really feel like talking, so Leslie and Cameron talked, and I just wrote in my journal. I wasn't hungry for the schools food, I like when they serve taco salad, and chicken strips, everything else is just bleh, to me.
    Time passed slowly the last few hours, and I was ready to go home. I really wanted to call Garrett to come pick me up, but I wanted my mom to see that I was strong. Teachers consoled me every time I entered a class, and students looked at me with pity, I just wanted it to be over, and everything to go back to normal. After three and a half excruciating hours, Cameron met me outside of my last period, and walked me out. He drove me home, and I thanked him and walked inside my house, the tv was on.
    I set my bag down by the door, "I'm home!" I hollered. In here baby." I heard my mom say, her voice congested, from all of the crying. She was love sick. We discussed my day back to school, and my mom rested her head on my lap, I played with my mom's long, knotted, brunette hair. The bags under her eyes from sleep deprivation and crying, made me emotional. I cried, as my mother laid asleep on my lap.

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