I glance up at the clock on my phone. 5:00. I put my glasses on and look at my phone again and notice it's my turn on crazy 8 in the group game. Small things like that really do make my day. I head to the bathroom to shower and after I'm done, I look back at my phone and see another text.Billie: Hey guys :D guess whos sick
I sigh and think to myself how many times billie has gotten sick. I hope she starts to get better. I get ready for the day and then Ellie and Leila come to pick me up. I happily enter the car and Leila hands me a coffee.
I text Billie and ask her if she needs a ride. I and the others do our best to convince Billie but since she insisted she'd go to school, we couldn't do much else to convince her so we went along with it. After we pick her up I nervously play a game on my phone as I think about the test I have today for math. Math isn't my best subject. It's not like I don't try it's just hard for me to understand I guess. We Reach the school parking lot, and Ellie and I say goodbye to Billie and Leila and then Ellie and I head to history. Thank god I don't have math first period. I have history, and it's one of my favorite periods but it's even better with Ellie. I don't talk to many other people besides Ellie Leila And Billie but that's fine with me! They mean the world to me and I don't know what i would do without them. I see Ellie looking a bit tense, so I lean over and whisper to her "Hey, are you alright? You seem a bit tense." I say. "Yeah, I'm ok. Just a bit tired, and you probably are too." I laugh because she's right. Staying up all night playing crazy 8 is not a good idea. After school Ellie drops everyone off, and as i'm walking into my house, I hear a gunshot and then followed by a scream. I run as fast I can into my house doing my best to run as fast as I can, and I didn't even look back for a second I just kept running and running. I run into my house and I go to my room, absolute silence as always. I feel so alone. If only I could have stopped them before it all happened everything would have been different. This is my fault and I deserve a punishment for being so naive and stupid. I need help and I want to get some but I think to myself that they won't listen to me they'll just tell me it's my fault. I cant concentrate. I do my best to distract myself so I do some homework and put on some music. I finish my work and lay in bed. I think about everything that's happened before. I only made two strikes, but i feel like i'm already out.
YOU ARE READING
leave it at that.
Novela JuvenilThese four friends are extremely close- they are each other's family, and each other's only friends. They all struggle with common illnesses and other issues whether it be at home or in their head, they all know each other very well. They all decide...