2 injured and 1 killed during a highschool football game here in West Palm Beach, Florida. The game was between city rivals the Carver High Yellow Jacks versus the Liberty High Bearcats. The two schools have been rivals for the past 3 decades. This is the 5th time a shooting has happened in the last 10 years. The victims have been identified as 17 year old male, Makel Robinson, 15 year old female, Gabrielle Smith, and 6 year old male, Cartier Romelo. Robinson and Smith are currently in ICU in critical condition. Romelo died at the scene from a gun wound to the head.
Tylar
It's been 2 months since Makel's shooting and honestly it was the one thing that has brung us closer. I had to put the past behind me and focus on now. Even though he didn't die, it was the simple fact that he could have, and us being on bad terms would not sit well with me.
I constantly feel like an asshole because it took his life in jeopardy for me too realize how childish I was being.
Makel told me to let it go, so that's what I did. No more dwelling on the past.
Makel was shot twice. Once in his shoulder and once in his lower abdomen. The shots weren't meant for Makel or the other two victims, they just happened to be in the line of fire. Sad how people can be so ignorant and not take innocent lives into consideration. The people who did it still have not been found. I couldn't even be mad because waiting for the WPBPD is like waiting for hell to freeze over.
I'm still very much in love with Makel. I decided to try things again with him because life is too short and me still holding grudges is not how I want to leave out. I've realized that now.
Makel is now in rehab. Therefore, I've been with him every step of the way.
Basketball season is coming around so his rehab is agressive. He's always saying how much he wants to quit rehab, but I am constantly reminding him it's for a greater purpose. It will all be worth it in the end.
He says he uses his mom, me and Kaidynn as motivation. Sometimes I feel like he's bullshitting about the "me" part though.
I was at Makel's house watching How To Get Away With Murder. Makel was sleeping with head was in my lap. I was tracing his waves with my finger when the doorbell rang. I didn't want to wake Makel because I knew he was tired from rehab. He definitely needed his rest, or I was going to get the end of the stick with his shitty ass attitude. I catiously slid from under him, stood up, and walked towards the door.
"Coming!" I yelled as the doorbell rang again.
I opened the door not bothering too see who it was first and I was greeted with Lauryn and a happy Kaidynn.
We looked at eachother for a moment before she broke the silence.
"Is Makel here?" She asked.
"Yeah, he's sleeping." I replied.
"Oh. Well I guess I'll come back ano-"
"No he wants to see her." I said cutting her off and reaching for Kaidynn.
She handed me her diaper bag and carseat.
"Is that all? I asked while bouncing Kaidynn up and down on my hip make her smile.
"Yeah. Bye Kaidynn. Mommy loves you" she cooed to Kaidynn who was busy playing with my earrings.
"Alright well, bye." She said to me awkwardly.
I turned around into the house not having more to say. As I was closing the door, I heard Lauryn call my name.
"Tylar" she said.
"Huh?" I replied
"I'm so sorr-"
I held my hand up because I already knew what was coming.
"I forgive you." I said with a half smile.
Suprisingly, actually meant it.
Lauryn returned the gesture.
"Well I'll be here to pick her up around 8. Bye Tylar." She said cheerfully.
"Bye Lauryn."
I had to let Lauryn know I was over it. Now that I'm back with Makel, I'm going to be around Kaidynn as well. I wasn't sure if I was ready to be friends again, but I was sure that I was ready to let go of something that could not be undone.
Very short chapter I know, but I just wanted to give a quick update. I don't want to spend too much time on one subject I feel like I'm being boring :(
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