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part 1.
''Wake up, its already 6:45!'' My mom shouted to me. I woke up and rubbed my eyes. Sh*t. My bus comes in 15 minutes, how am I gonna make it? I hopped out of bed and ran to the basement, and I looked through the laundrey pile. "Sh*t sh*t sh*t" I mumbled to myself. I finally found something to wear and ran to the bathroom, threw my clothes on and put on some eyeliner.
"Bye Mom!" I shouted as I ran out the door. I ran down my little private road and stopped cause I ran out of breath.
I looked both ways before crossing the street to get to my bus stop. I shared a bus stop with *Him*.
I loved him so much, it was insane. We went out once, and it lasted 3 weeks and he broke up with me. It was the worst night of my life. I haven't gotten over it yet, but he certainly has. His name is Carson, and he is a sophmore. Yeah, I'm a junior, but I'm only 2 months older then him, no big deal, right?
"Hey Carson." I shyly said as I approached him at the school bus stop. I dropped my backpack on the ground and sat down on it.
"Hey." He said, in a sad tone. He was still depressed about his breakup with his ex, Leda. They broke up almost 2 months ago. She's the girl he dumped me for.
"What's wrong?" I asked, not expecting and answer. He never tells me what's wrong. He only tells my best friend, Brooke. No one else, literally.
"Nothing. " He said.
Ugh, I knew it. I let out a sigh. Why don't you ever tell me anything? I thought to myself. It was an awkward silence until the bus finally came.
I walked up the steps and dragged myself down the aisle of the bus, and flopped down in my seat. He never talks to me, not on facebook, not on the bus, not at the bus stop. There's those rare times when he actually does talk to me. But today wasn't one of those days. I grabbed out my iPod and sat there staring out the window for the next 20 minutes.
I don't always sit alone, but my best friend, Olivia, is on vacation right now, and she's the one I usually sit with. I sighed out the window feeling depressed. You could say I have a great life. My parents aren't divorced or anything,
I usually get what I want. I'm not rich though. I have a good family life. But outside of that, I'm hurting, and no one sees it.
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