The next morning was really hard for me. It's Monday, which means we're leaving. Johnson was shaking me awake, but I just laid there. I want to stay. I don't want to leave anyone. They're all my best friends. I groaned and sat up. "Do we have to leave?" My voice cracked just a bit. I can't believe I'm about to cry. I was never the crying type. I buried my face in the pillow. I don't want him to see me cry. I don't want anyone to see me cry. "Yeah Iz, you do," He let out a sigh, "If you want to say bye to everyone, get ready now. We have to leave in an hour or two." He quietly left the room to give me space. I ran my right hand through my tangled mess of hair and got out of bed. I moped to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. Damn, I look terrible. I washed my face, brushed my hair and changed into a simple outfit. It's my 'I don't give a shit, what's the point of wearing makeup if I'm going to cry?' day. I left my long black hair down with its naturally wave and stepped out of the room. Gilinsky was raiding the fridge for something to drink. "Hey dork, we drank all of the water," I walked over to him lightly and crossed my arms with a sigh. I looked up at him with sad eye, and he got what I was feeling. "Awe, Isabelle, you'll see them again." He pulled me into a tight hug, and I buried my face into his chest. I felt his hand gently rubbing circled into my back. "Don't cry." He rested his chin on top of my head. I sucked the tears back in and gave a quick nod. "What's todays plan?" "We're going to hang out at the airport, because half of us are going home today. We aren't the last to leave, so it won't be too hard." "When are we leaving?" I nodded and reached for a mug beh... ... middle of paper ... ...or this kid," She whispered and looked right up at me. "No, shut up Isabelle! I try to tell you how I feel, because that's what YOU wanted. I do what YOU wanted, and this is what I get in return. Jack told me everything! I've always known Isabelle, and I've always liked you too! I find out the person I love is with one of my best friends!" By now, I couldn't keep myself down, and I'm sure I will draw people around. I don't fucking care. With that, she just walked away. Just like that. I stood alone and stared at her walking away. I couldn't go. My legs would not move, and she was out of sight. I sighed and ran my hand through my hair. What the hell did I just do? I just ruined some of the best friendships. I felt my knees begin to shake and sat down quickly. I buried my face into my hands, but I refused to cry. I refused to cry in front of everyone.
She picked a seat in the way back, away from all the people. She silently stared out the window making a quiet list inside her head of all the things she had forgotten and all the people she remembered. Tears silently slid down her face as she remembered her aunt crying and cousins afraid of the dark in their house. She couldn’t do it anymore. It was the best for everyone she thought. Deep down though she knew how hard it would be for everyone to find out she was leaving. From her family’s tears, to the lady in the grocery store who was always so kind and remembered her name. She also knew how
“That’s so sweet. No guy has ever gone through so much trouble for me.” She felt her eyes welling up.
"Me too." She replied, tears still running down her face. For a few seconds they just stood there, accross the room from one another, staring at each other through the sparks and small fires. Then she started walking toward him, saying, "Oh what the hell, we're gonna die anyway."
“Shh,” He silenced me again, but much softer than before, “I’m happy you’re here with me. Just don’t say any more, please. I can almost go back. Holding your hand like this, I can almost deceive my own heart and pretend I’m not alone now.”
"Ana, we are here." Christian whispers into my ear as he carries me into the lobby and into the lift. "You fell asleep, you looked so sweet and I didn't have the heart to wake you up." He smiles and I nuzzle into his neck. He smells divine and being around him is making the trace of the dream disappear.
“Whoa. I did nothing,” I said, trying to hide the panic from my voice. “Just let me go. Please,” I said.
Oceane didn’t want to get up. Rain pounded on her grimy window, and she stayed up all night to escape the nightmares. Reluctantly, she pulled on some clothes and pulled her purple hair into a bun. Just another day of going through the motions, she thought, but Oceane thought wrong.
By now a group of boys pulled me off of her. Thank god a teacher didn’t see this because we were being guarded by a group of people watching us. Bridget looks rough. Her hair's a mess, the floor is covered in blonde extensions, and her mascara is streaming down her face like she had been crying during the fight. Her hair looks like a birds nest. This makes me feel accomplished. I don't know why. I’m not this type of person. I don't like to fight, but Bridget just drives me crazy! Then I think about what I will say to Andrew.
“You have to do what you have to do,” I said. I didn’t know what to say; this departure was the last thing that I thought would happen; much less wanted to happen. Although it should’ve of been the first thing that should’ve came to mind. There was no way I could’ve survived long enough; the odds were stacked against me. As they were to the rest of the dying human
The alarm just went off and I am now awake for the rest of the day. At least I could see her beautiful face. It was the only thing I looked forward too every day. Her Iris faded from light brown to dark brown. I fell in love with her face. I had inhaled my addiction every moment that I had the chance to. My morning basically consisted of eating at Mrs.Brodkin restaurant. She had amazing food much better than Brachers. Sophie would eat there too and I would just stare at her long brown hair. Occasionally she would look back at me and smile. When she turned around to smile at me, her star flashed into my eyes and I realized I couldn’t like her any longer. She was the flower I knew I could never pick but I desperately wanted it in my collection.
...alone, because I was afraid my life would change radically after this, and I was not prepared yet for them to see this change. After a few minutes, I realized I was so weak I could feel the cold reaching my bones, but that was also the best feeling I’d ever had. I was thinking I had only a few weeks left to start college, which had been my dream since I can remember. My dad had already paid for my tuition, I was so exited I had promised to do my best, but I’d just had my daughter, and I was so nervous about being a young mother in college. I tried to open my eyes to admire my baby’s beautiful face and thought I was so brave, because I had decided to have this little girl. When I saw her I knew I would want her to be better than me, she would be my strength, because nothing would ever make me give up on my dreams, and that was another promise I had made to myself.
“I don’t know if I can do this.” I said, the heat of my tears leaving behind a dirty path of makeup down the sides of my face. “I can’t see him like that, I -- I can’t go in there.”
The car was hot and stuffy when I slipped back into the driver's seat. I found the most depressing music I owned and drove out of Glenwood as the sun started to set. Two more hours until I was home, two more hours of thinking what a terrible day I had gone through, and two more hours of cussing myself for being so naïve. The drive was a long one.
"Zayden said were leaving today instead of since it takes 39 hours and 13 minutes to get to LA." Jaylen told me. I thought about what he just said and I realized something. He said Zayden said it would take 39 hours and 13 minutes to get to LA. How he know that's exactly how long it's going to take to get to LA? I decided to just ignore that thought and get ready. I got in the shower and after I got out the shower I put on my clothes, brushed my teeth, and started packing. I was packing my clothes quietly and thought about my mom. Everytime we get ready to leave I get a nostalgic feeling. I'll do anything just to have her back and see her again. I got knocked out of my
"Yeah, I'll miss you Cam... We'll see each other again, I promise." I whispered with tears in my eyes.