the truth about tomorrow..
(thanks to StoriesUntold_x for the truly awesome layout.) chapter one
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It was supposed to be perfect. This was my forever and I wanted it to be that exact way: what was perfect? Well to me, being perfect was having that perfect best friend, 4.0 grade average, and a steady job. Well let me tell you something, I was pretty darn close.
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This little life of mine was close. I had my best friend, Jason. He was a bookworm, 4.0 grade point average and he was even taking college courses since 9th grade! The kid was smart, and he was my best friend. We met in 3rd grade. I sat next to Jason and he was always so nice and so kind to me. He was someone I stuck close to. I had to, is what I’d told myself. It was neccisary at the time. Now, I was sitting on his bed in his small little bedroom, thinking. He was collecting his stuff into a small little duffel.
“Read me the list.” Jason said to me. He was a huge fan of lists, not wanting to forget anything.
“Which one, utensils or clothing?” I asked.
“C’mon Macy. Clothing of course.” He said the last part slowly. I sighed, and started reading the list.
“Underwear, shirts, shorts, jeans, hoodies, and undershirts.” I straightened up since Jason was staring at me weird. Yup, my name was Macy and I was the one who was far beyond perfect in his standards. We weren’t dating, Jason and I weren’t like that, not by a long shot. But we are really close friends, which kinda makes me think we are dating since we’re always near each other. I suggested it to him once, trying to fulfill my vision of perfect. Jason just laughed at me and sighed, “Macy, that’s beyond the question. We’re better as friends.” That’s what he had said, and the topic was never brought up again. Whatever, I thought to myself now. He’ll be gone for the entire summer and I’m gonna be all by myself.
“My Aunt Helen needs me,” Jason was saying now snapping me back into reality. “I’ll be there the entire summer so try not to miss me too much, okay?” I laughed. That was the thing about Jason-even though his small little world was perfect, I never seemed to fit in. I was a distraction to his main goal, college, but he always thought of me-wondering if I’d be okay or if he should someone to be with me. Like I needed a babysitter? He was a strange kid, probably why I always hung around him.
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