Time continued on. It wasn't the end of the world. It was just the end of hers.
Yet, he barged in and forced her to fix it like it was his job to.
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Or, in which, Edward asks out a girl that he doesn't stalk.
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Abby haphazardly got out of her Honda Accord, ignoring the lingering gazes of the teens within Forks, Washington who obviously knew what happened over the summer. The event gave this small town something to talk about; it was always boring otherwise. But why'd it have to be me, she thought to herself. It seemed like out of everything that occurred this summer, the death of the two people she loved the most seemed to be the talk of the town.
And it made her feel like letting the earth swallow her whole.
She walked down the familiar halls of her dreadfully monochrome school, trying to power walk her way to her locker. Abby let out a breath of relief when she reached the awful yellow steel mechanism that she's had for the past two years without someone stopping her and offering her an over exaggerated pity hug. She tried to block out the murmurs that were already drowning her ears because, of course, it just had to be her.
"Abby," a familiar voice called, causing the girl to jump. "Sorry, sorry," She looked to her side towards Jessica Stanley, who stood a few inches away from Abby. "You just haven't returned any of my calls in the past few weeks. You haven't really spoken to me at all, or Angela."
"Sorry," Abby apologized, in a cold tone. "I've been busy mourning the death of my parents."
Jessica flinched, "Abby, c'mon, I'm trying to be the best friend you've had since forever."
Abby sighed, suddenly feeling as though she really did need her closest friend and actually apologized, "I'm sorry, I am. I just – I wanna' be alone right now. I don't I can be with anyone. Not Ang, not Mike, not -"
" -me." Jessica finished, running a hand through her wavy mess of brunette hair.
"Please, give me some time," Abby bit her bottom lip, in hopes her best friend would understand.
"Okay," Jessica said, with a small smile, "whatever you need. But just don't think I'm not gonna' snoop around in your business."
Abby almost laughed, almost, instead she just settled for a small smirk, "I wouldn't dream of it, Jess."
"I'll see you in Calc," Jessica waved goodbye, as she walked down the hall to meet Mike, who the girl was obsessed with, and was also one of Abby's friends. Mike waved at her too and Abby couldn't help but wave back. She wasn't going to lie to herself and say she didn't miss her friends, because she did. But letting people back in? She couldn't think of anything harder.
Abby closed up her locker and decided that throughout the rest of her remaining high school years, all she would do is survive.
Sighing she thought to herself, go to English or skip high school in general? She wanted art to come but of course, with her luck, it was last period, which meant she had to go through seven meaningless periods first. So, she decided, to sludge her way throughout the day in hopes of it going faster.
