Why?

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i woke up to the awesome sound of my alarm clock and got ready for school. when i came to school i didn't see James i looked for him at lunch and he still wasn't there. have i been betrayed or was he sick? the next day it was the same and the day after, on Friday i went over to his house and when i walking i saw a sign that said "for sale". i walk up and rang the bell no one answered, i rang again," um the people in this house moved out." i look back and i see a boy that had a light brown Afro, glasses,and he was really skinny (like a twig). "when did they move out?" i asked "Sunday" "thanks for giving me the FYI" as my eyes started to tear up a bit. I ran down the hill and started walking home.

When i got home my asked me how was school? "terrific mom. I'll be upstairs" when i cam to my room i started to cry, Cry about my life, why is it like this?, why does it have to be like this? suddenly my phone rang. It was him. James. i stopped crying to talk,"hello" "hi" "where were you this week?" "well um there something i need to tell you" "what is it? is t bad" "well kinda good kinda bad...My got a new job and its in Fairfield. I'm going to start Fairfield heights on Monday" i didn't want to her more so i just hung up and started crying again but i was asking even more questions like is he lying? did his dad really get a new job? did he move because of ME?

I new i would find out someday but today was just not the day. Today was just the crying day. The day that i hated the most. i knew the people who have moved didn't have to... I DID. needed to get out of the city,the county, the state. I needed to move not people. Especially JAMES.

OK so um i hope you liked this chapter and all the others. i updated two times this week just because its the Holidays and everyone needs to enjoy the holidays. Comment if you like my book or not and just a FYI i might update over the holidays but it is not likely that i will i  might do it in 2015. MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY HOLIDAYS TO EVERYONE

-Dalia

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