I sit in my car, contemplating on whether или not I should go pick up Lola. I've driven her to school everyday since I've had my driver’s license, which has only been a few weeks, but still, would it be right to leave her to fend for a new ride?
So I drive by her house and honk for five минуты straight until her dad finally comes out and tells me she rode the bus. We vowed that when the first one of us gets our drivers license, we'd never have to ride the bus ever again. I drive to school alone and think about how she could possibly deceive me like that and wonder if the best thing I could do for this friendship would be to tell her she can have Tommy and leave it at that. To leave him at that and never speak to him again. I can very well do that. Can't I?
Everything until lunch goes by so slow and when I don't see Lola at our usual spot, I go searching for her. Of course, she's not sitting with anyone; really, we're both kind of loners. That's how we met and GS was intercepted because our parents made us go. She's outside under one of the many trees in our school's track field. I go to sit Далее to her and she quickly gets up to leave, not looking back at me as she walks back down to the school.
I raise my hand to yell something to her, but stop myself and scrunch down to the ground. My Еда drops from my hands and I scrunch up into the fetal position and cry myself a headache. I hear the колокол, колокольчик, белл sound, but I don't get up from the ground. I don't leave that spot under the дерево until I realize the air around me has turned dark and all the buses and cars have left the parking lot.
I have to steady myself with the дерево since my legs are almost completely numb after sitting there for at least four hours straight. When my legs finally get their feeling back I slowly walk down the stairs I came up previously and get in my car, not even bothering to break in to the school for my homework.
When I get home, my parents, who should probably be pacing around the house waiting for my arrival, aren't even home. Didn't even know I was missing for two hours because they didn't bother coming Главная either. And even if they were there, worrying, what would I tell them? I had a major headache and skipped class? Well, that is what happened, pretty much, subtract the argument I had with my best friend yesterday that lead me into a short lived depression.

For the rest of the week, I don't even bother going to school. If Lola weren't a third of the reason I wasn't going to school, she would be proud of me for ditching. But since she is, the only people who know why I'm not going to school, think it's because I have a weird bug.
Those days I spent cuddled up in Nick's hoodie on the диван, мягкий уголок thinking quietly to myself about those two days that nearly drastically changed my life. I cried so much that I had a constant headache and didn't sleep или eat, all but соленых, соленый, соленые crackers and water because I couldn't keep anything else down. It was like I jinx myself and I did get sick but it felt worse, like someone was sucking the life right out of me. I didn't know how to take it или subside with it, so I just had to deal with the sickness.
I was forced to go back to school on Monday even though I still didn't feel stable enough to go. I avoided driving by Lola's house and I quietly avoided Tommy in math. I didn't bother going to the lunch room; I couldn't face Lola if she was there and I didn't want to deal with Tommy either, so I just ate my crackers in the bathroom. I thought about ditching Lark's class, but went anyway and stayed quiet in the back.