The next morning, it's all I can do to pull myself out of bed and into the shower. After that, I dress in a fluffy, floor-length tangerine skirt, turquoise tank top, grey spiky combat boots, and a dark grey sparkly beanie hat. I wear my spiky necklace, and a thick spiky bracelet. For makeup, I wear some simple lipgloss, eyeliner, and mascara. I straighten my hair, then pull it up into a messy bun. I grab my backpack and head for school.
When I get there, I take my place at my desk and try to act as if nothing is wrong. The day drags by, but finally I'm back home, Kimmy in tow.
When she's perched in my chair and I'm flopped on the bed, she asks "What's up?" I sigh.
"I'm moving." The room is still for a moment, and the words hang in the air.
"Wh-where? Oh, you're probably just moving across town. You're always exaggerating." She says.
"No... California."
"What the- California?! No way."
"Yep... All the way from Wisconsin to freakin California. I've always wanted to live there, but now I'd do anything to get out of it." I tear up a little.
"No... You can't you're the only friend I have! I mean, I have Sophia, but she's like a friend, and you're, like, a best friend!" She wails.
"If it were my choice I'd stay right here. I'm leaving everything. My friends, Wesley, my awesome house, the memories... I've lived in Wisconsin since I was 5 years old!"
"When are you leaving?"
"As soon as school's out." I say.
"Oh..." We sit in silence for a moment.
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The time passes quickly, the last time I have in Wisconsin. It's already May 27th, last day of school. I leave in three days. I walk through the halls for the last time, see all the familiar faces for the last time. I feel like I've known this place forever, even though it's only been since October. I say goodbye to all my friends, and make sure I have all their numbers. Then i walk out of Lakeview Middle for the very last time.
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3 days later...
Moving day. Apparently, Maggie and John have been saving money for a long time for whenever they may need it, and decided it's the right time, so we're going to "start fresh" and leave almost everything behind except some clothes and favorite things. No furniture. I've packed up everything I'm bringing into the trunk of the car. Now, I run to Wesley, and we hug for a long time, crying.
"I can't leave you Wesley." I say through my tears.
"You are beautiful, don't you ever forget that. And I love you so much more than just to the moon and back." His voice cracks a little.
"I need you Wesley. You're the only reason I'm alive right now." As I say it, I realize how true it is. The train tracks, the snow, cutting, anorexia... He helped with it all. This makes me cry even harder. "I need you." I whisper.
"Call me, text me, email me, Skype me, whatever. I'll always talk to you when you need it. I love you, Storm Grey." He looks into my eyes when he says that, and I see how much he means it.
"I love you too, Wesley." We cry for a while, then finally pull apart.
"I won't give up on you Storm Grey."
"I won't give up on you, Wesley Baker."
And with that, I climb in the car and roll down the window. He walks over and kisses me through it.
"Never forget that I love you so much more than just to the moon and back."
I cry even harder.
"Okay." He starts to cry, too, as we pull out of the driveway, leaving everything I've ever known behind.
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My Life is a Silent Hurricane
Dla nastolatkówFor Storm Grey, her name seems to fit the description of her and her life. Acting the part of a tough teen, all hipster clothes, spikes, leather, and black, she acts tough, carefree, and easy-going. But in reality, she's silently screaming for help...
