Girl Meets Goodbye, Riley

one.

Six months, one hundred and eighty three days.

I couldn't help but keep track of the time that have passed since Riley and her family moved away to London. It has been six months and I still couldn't get over the fact that she have moved away, that when I woke up in the morning, she will not be there, she will not be at school, she will not be at the bay window. She simply will not be there anymore.

Time seemed to have slow down since she left and every morning that I woke up, I simply was not able to find the enough strength to move on with my life.

How was I supposed to do that? How was I supposed to just forget about her? She was my other half. She still was my other half. At least for me.

•••

—Hunter. Late —I couldn't help but let go a deep snort as I walked across the classroom door.

—Sorry, Mr. Byrne.

I apologized in a whisper as he stopped writing whatever nonsense timeline he was writing on the board this time, to cross his arms and throw me a harsh look. Did I really just think that I could get in there without Mr. Byrne noticing that I was twelve minutes late? I guess so.

Again, I couldn't help it, I never liked school and I certainly never liked history class, or at least, I never liked it until Mr. Matthews was my teacher. He made me think I was good at it and I even believed it, when in reality, history was just for nerds like Farkle and Smackle, it was just full of dates, names and stupid events that I don't think anyone cared about. I was just sure of one thing now: with Mr. Byrne as Matthews replacement, Farkle was finally having what he have always really desire.

—You know I deeply care about puntuality, Hunter, and a sorry is not enough. This is the second time you're late for my class this week —he blurted in his scolding tone I was used to by now.

—I promise you this is the last time, Mr. Byrne —I muttered tired of the conversation and probably not contributing to my situation.

—Your promises mean nothing to me and as a warning to not be late again... Detention this afternoon.

He shouted, filling the detention form and giving it to me, making me let go another snort, more quietly this time, I really didn't wanted to make the situation worse.

—Now, go to your seat.

I nodded and obey to his order turning around and finding those three pairs of eyes staring at me like they were trying to say something or help me as Riley would have done. But they simply didn't say a thing. Of course Farkle, Smackle and Zay weren't Riley, nobody would never be her.

I walked to my new seat located at the very back of the class. Once Riley left, a lot changed, and I decided to give up our seats to some other best friends that could use them more than I could use them alone. Besides, I discovered that the very back of the classroom was the best spot to sleep throughout the entire class without possibly being caught.

—Well, this day is full of surprises —exclaimed Mr. Byrne caughting my attention as I seated down—. Friar, we're honored with your presence today —he joked reciving a death stare from him—. Unfortunately for you, you're late. I guess you found yourself a new detention partner, Hunter —he ended giving Lucas the detention form that I received seconds ago.

—Whatever.

Lucas simply said and he walked to his seat, the same seat he had always have had.

I couldn't helped but stared at him as Mr. Byrne started the lesson that I obviously was not going to pay attention to at all, and all the sudden, he turned his head directly finding my eyes. I guess he had the same plan as I did.