My face was blank with no expression, as my fellow classmates cried their eyes out. Hugging and kissing went on simultaneously while others waved goodbye through the windows of the crowded, filthy bus. I felt no emotion other than the warm, silky, hands of Amy who sat beside me on our ride home.
“Idiots aren’t they… huh?” Amy smirked faintly.
“Totally who would cry about such a thing,” I snickered. “ Why can’t they understand that high school starts only in a few months and like who cares about them being separated,” I badgered on. “I will never feel that way no ma’am you can be sure about that”
“Yeah a few months, and who cares,” she muttered.
Amy stood as reserved as ever giving me a Botox smile sitting in the worn down …show more content…
Wiggins, but now only small talk was our only source of communication. Her white pale face shined a bright, red blush as her rich blonde hair stood still. I could not tell what was going on her head. I had never seen anyone so reserved yet so worried about something, other than in the death bed of my grandmother, seeing her life pass through my eyes. On the outside, she looked calm as a weary cat curled up at the fireplace, but I could tell something was bugging her. Until a few blocks from her house, I decided to break the small talk and acknowledge her worries. I asked if something was wrong, but she brushed the question with a faint smile. The bus arrived at a small apartment with cars parked in the driveway. The time had come for her departure. She hugged me and squeezed me until the bus driver started to yell at us. I belittled the bus driver and told her that I would see her later. With our final kiss, we said our …show more content…
She arrived being the shy timid girl who had no friends, and I was there to help her out. In a matter of minutes, we were great friends. We had so many things in common. Everything I liked she liked, leading to a relationship coexisting in great harmony. As I thought to myself those beautiful moments we had, I hung up on her. Without hesitation, I jumped up off the couch and sped away in my white mongoose bicycle. As the streets passed through I remembered those days where all we did is talked. I had taken for granted her presence and never thought this day would come. I had become thoughtful of those who were weeping and hugging earlier in the day at school. As I arrived at her apartment all I saw was a missing white, Toyota van from the driveway. The street was dark with no moonlight except for the street lamp next to her apartment. My heart sank and was torn into a million pieces. As I turned around the van was at the stop