Myra's POV
This is when it all ends. I can't bare to think about it. It's all going to change. I have to start again. All the memories being lost. My friends are going to move on but I won't. I will dread ever minute we are in Chicago.
The bell rings and the class exits. That was it. The last lesson here at Bridgewood High school. I start to cry as I sprint out of the school with my friends trailing behind me. Well my friends for out 5 more minutes. They comfort me but I know they are ecstatic inside. This was the end.
"It's okay, Myra we can always FaceTime and Skype" Elizabeth said trying to comfort me.
"Yeah, and email" Riley said.
"I guess so" I say trying to sound confident but trying really hard not to scream in there faces about how wrong they are. There going to find a new best friend and I am going to be stuck being the new kid again. I moved in year 5 and now year 9. I hug them all good bye for a long time knowing I won't see them again.
Mum's car pulls up in front of me. "Honey time to go"
"Mum go away!" I scream like a two year old but I don't care. I'm never going to see these girls again and I never got a chance to even talk to Nick. I turn taking one last glance at my friends. I'm never seeing these girls again and it's all her fault. The demean sitting in the car with my idiot brother. Could my life get any worse? I have one last glance at the school. As I turn I am falling. The hard surface touching my face. The last thing I see is a skateboard and the sound of a croaky laugh. I know who that is.
The selfish brat. The schools bully. Micky. And then everything goes black.
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