Me?

Chapter 5

"Who is this?" She asked. "Well Stella's boyfriend. Why?" he said chuckling. "Well I'd like to know more about you." She said. So he told her something's and they went on and on. Finally they said they goodbyes and hung up. He looked at me. "Well I better go. I'll see you in the morning." He said. "Okay goodnight." I replied. He walked me back to the camper and I went in to find my mom and dad sleeping so I tip toed past the couch where my brother was and went to my room and closed the door.

I walked over to my closet and changed into me pjs which was shorty shorts and a Pepsi t-shirt and a put my hair up in a messy bun. Then I looked at my phone and the time was 1:56am so went to the refrigerator in the kitchen/living room and grabbed the Jack Daniels and the Coke bottles. Then I grabbed a mug and mixed the two. I know I'm only 16 but Jack Daniels helps me forget things and move on. I've been doing this since I was 15 so this isn't new but no one knows I do it except my dad and he doesn't care cause he did I it when he was 9. I took a drink the went back to my bed.

I pulled my note book out from under my pillow and grabbed a pen from my travel case. Then I wrote:

Day 1, I met a boy named Wade today and he made me forget just about everything going on in live. I think I'm falling in love...

I took another drink of my Jack. I looked up and thought. I don't want to go back. I mean no one talks to me except Georgia but even she's became distant. Could it be.....me? Could I have done something? Does she not like me anymore for the way I am? Is she sick of all my shit? I'm making her sound like a horrible person but she isn't she's really nice and she used to be my 24/7 sister and we didn't ever leave each other's side because we were there for each other and it was great but a week before school let out its been different. I use to be at her house all the time, almost every weekend.

She hasn't invited me over much and when she does it with a group of other friends and she doesn't text me like she use to. I think she finally broke.... I took another drink of my Jack. She finally got sick of my depression... Another swig....she finally grew sick of me...another swig....what do I do? Why must my life be like this? Another swig.... My eyes got heavy I looked at the mug. It was almost gone. I soon started forgetting things...then it all went blank.