Chapter I
It was an average day in middle school: long classes, broken lockers, lunch, Math, and, of course my two best friends, Amelia and Summer. My name is Connor, and I am almost 14. To be exact, I have four days and one hour until I am officially 14. I know that high school coming up and moving all the way across the state to go to a high-end arts school should be amazing, but I am not getting that "yay "feeling that other people would get if all of this was happening. I go to a public school in Baltimore city, but I am moving to a school called Carver for the arts next year. 8th grade is fun,--don't get me wrong--but there is something that just hasn't been feeling right lately between Amelia and me, I don't exactly know but I hope we figure it out before I leave. Let me give you a backstory to the relationship between me and Amelia: We have known each other since grade 1 and weren't really friends until grade 6. At the beginning of grade 6, we didn't do everything together but we were pretty good friends, half-way through grade 6, we became best friends. She was always there for me, but then in grade 7 she drifted away from me. We were still friends but not best friends. I didn't think about it because we still talked and hung out, but when we got to grade 8 she separated from me completely. I don't know why, but I haven't asked her yet.
Anywho, out of my mind and back to reality, the day was almost over and we were going home, but then Amelia stopped me and asked to talk with me, I was scared but I said "yes."
She took me outside near the benches and said " I don't want to be friends with you."
I sat there and couldn't think of anything to say so I just said " Okay," in the most pathetic way possible. When I got home I sent William ( my guy friend) a text saying:
" she hurts me and says i'm, not a good person to have around her and then she just leaves me and says that she doesn't want to be my friend anymore and she complains about me hurting her and she hurts me as nobody has ever hurt me b4 and she goes on with life and acts like it's okay and I'm sitting here in so much pain and she thinks it is okay to just come up and say to me " i don't want to be friends with you" and i was just sitting there crying and she doesn't care like wth "
He responded immediately and said "Well I think it will all be okay tomorrow and if it isn't then that's her loss because you are amazing and nobody should tell you otherwise.
I said, " Okay" and went to bed. I didn't want to accept the fact that our friendship was over, not yet.
