I woke up at my usual time, except this time, willingly. Today is going to be the best day of my life. It’s the last day of school for my boyfriend, ever. Well, last day of high school, but not mine. He’s a senior, but I’m only a junior. He’s going to be in such a good mood that he’s graduating and gets to run through the halls like the graduating seniors do every year as they leave school and it always makes me so happy when he’s happy.

Although, I understood why you would run out of the school screaming your head off in the hallways when the bells signaled for the seniors to get the hell out and never come back, but I never understood why you would stay in the commons screaming your head off when you could just leave. Forever. Nope. The seniors don’t do that, though. Everyone else sits in their classrooms bored waiting for the teachers to try and shoo the seniors off of the property and the hell out of their lives so they can clean the silly string out of the hallways. Although, the longer they scream and shit, the more time they take away from our last class, so that’s a plus.

Anyways, we even decided last year, when those seniors got out, that I’m going to skip the end of school, the end of third block, fifth block, and seventh block, we have a block schedule if you were wondering, and go with him to do something special. You can’t forget, that last night he said he had something to tell me, and I can’t wait.

All night last night I stayed awake dreaming about what he could possibly say: that he is waiting till the end of summer to move away for college, he’s going to go to a closer college, or he’s going to college here so he can be with me, or even ask me to be with him forever. Okay, I know as I went along they got very unrealistic, I get it I’m not retarded, but I am a girl (which some would argue that they are synonyms), but we’re in love!  

We’ve been together for a few months more than two years and we’ve definitely said I love you; multiple times. I’m sorry, I haven’t even mentioned his name. He’s name is Brayden and he is pretty much amazing.

I get out of by bed and make my way over to my closet, trying not to trip over my shit the whole way there. My rooms a mess; filled with dirty cloths and stuff I’m just too lazy to find a place for it to go. I’m sure it would be much prettier if it wasn’t for all the clutter all over the place. I’m just scared to imaging what it would look like if the bed didn’t have an underneath part for me to stuff shit into where my mom wouldn’t criticize.

My room is a matte light purple color and all of my furniture is white. My bed is on the wall to the left of the door and has a white wood post on each corner and the posts are linked by some purple, a color similar to my walls, mesh fabric that is carefully draped over the posts.

The second you walk into my room to the right there’s a white wood desk that’s cluttered in makeup and papers. Right above the desk is a mirror. Then right to your left by the door is a white, I think you could have guessed that, dresser. At the end of my bed is a little bench, and finally, I have a closet to the left of the desk.

I got dressed in a black crop blouse, ripped high-waisted shorts, and a string of spikes on a necklace (comments like always). I put on my make-up, whatever, you know how makeup works, hopefully, unless you do that creepy cake face/clown make-up thing. In that case, my make-up is nothing like yours. I also put my auburn hair into a bun. Then, I went down stairs. Both of my parents were already down there with their coffee in one hand. I don’t understand how they can get up at 5:30 because I can barely get up at 6:15.

My dad, or Clyde Anderson to the rest of the world, has your typical brown hair and brown eyes. My mom, or Hazel Anderson, has brown auburn hair, like me, and very light blue eyes, which I also possess. Now my hair and my eyes might be from my mom, but a lot of my features from my face are from my dad as well, but I don’t look like a boy. Thankfully, I’d say, overall, I’m pretty good looking. Also, yes, I am an only child. I wouldn’t mind having a sibling, but I also like a lot of the aspects of being the only child in the house. Either way, I’m seventeen; I don’t think my parents will be having another kid if they haven’t already.

I ate some cereal then went back upstairs to brush my teeth and then I hurried out the door with my parents right behind me. My parents work together, that’s how they met, and they leave for work the same time I leave for school. Although, one thing about their work is they’re not home a lot, you know, out on business trips for clients and stuff. I don’t mind, it’s not like I throw parties every week, but it’s nice to know I can have people over without my parents knowing or completely embarrassing me.

“Georgia!” my mom yelled after me as I was about to get into my car.

“What mom?” I asked.

“Don’t be too depressing all day after Brayden leaves,” she said softly like it was a serious joke; what a true oxymoron.

“Okay,” I smiled as I got in my car.

I would never tell her that I’m skipping school to be with him after the seniors get let out. I’m pretty sure that she would kill me. I mean why not go? He’s going to be leave, like, the second graduation is over.

I drove all the ways to school, which is only 10-15 minutes away, depending on the time I leave which then affects how much traffic there is. I parked in my parking spot, which is on the opposite side of the school compared to the senior parking lot, where Brayden parks his car, but I know he is already here because he wanted to hang out with some friends before, you know, they don’t get the chance any more.

I enter the school and my best friend, Gwen, and cousin, Elodie, are waiting for me. Gwen is in my grade, but Elodie is a year younger than the both of us. Gwen comes up on my left and Elodie comes in on my right, but Gwen speaks first.

“I can’t believe you’re leaving me all alone in French today!” Gwen said.

Gwendolyn Lawler. She has blond hair and light green eyes and she’s so sweet and despite the blond hair and that ‘blonde’ stereotype, she’s really smart.

“Sorry,” I smiled and threw my arms up.

“But now I’m going to have to be partners with that creepy kid behind us,” she whined.

“Sucks for you,” Elodie stuck her tongue out after she talked.

Elodie Wyatt. She’s my closest, most likely because we live close enough to go to the same school, and only girl cousin. I have, like, four boy cousins on my dad’s side, but they live far away, and Elodie only has an older brother. Also, my mother only has one sister, Elodie’s mom. She has very light orange, or red if I guess that’s what you call it, but the color is clearly orange, hair and very light blue eyes, like me. I guess the blue eyes really run on my mother’s side of the family.

“Come on guys! We have to go. Last night, Brayden said he has to tell me something,” I said and then we all squealed together.

We arrived in the upper commons, commons as in where we eat, and upper commons as in the highest level where the seniors and popular juniors sit. If you were wondering, there are three levels in the commons. I see Brayden sitting with a group of five of his friends.

As we approach I can see his gorgeous blonde hair from behind. I blush as I realize that I’m getting all goggle-eyed over my own boyfriend.

“Hey!” I say as I walk up to their table.

“Oh, hey,” Brayden says as he gets up and gives me a peck on the cheek.

That’s odd. I brush it off as I admire his light grey, kind-of bluey eyes. I suddenly snap out of it as I realize that he’s just standing and staring at me.

“So, what did you wanna say?” I asked as I turned around and eagerly grinned to my friends as they stood behind me.

“Yeah, look. I’m moving away and I know you think it will be easy, but honestly it won’t, and I mean I’m 18 and you’re 17, and I’ll be all the way up in Boston while you’re still here. You don’t even know if you wanna go to school in Boston with me when you do graduate…” He kept on randomly trailing on.

“Brayden, what are you saying?” I asked kind-of freaking out.

“I think we should break up. Now,” he rushes out.

Da.

Fuq.

Just.

Happened.

Y'all are damn lucky I love you!!! I added my new story even though my other one did not surpass 1000 reads, but you should still read Limited Time Deal anyway :)

Thanks so much for reading. The outfit is in the comments and don’t worry, it’s gets better, this is just the background info. Okay, starting next time I’m going to have a song for each chapter. Also, they might be old by the time I post/ write the chapter because I’m planning most of them out now. One last thing, he’s in the next chapter, I promise. Okay, I’ll shut up now.

Bye.

PS I’m just basing this school off of my school.