Becoming Beautiful (Wattys2014)

| Chapter 31 |

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Chapter 31

It’s been two weeks since I’ve talked to Noah, and I’ve been growing sadder and sadder. I figured it’s normal to get sad after someone who was in your life so often has been taken out of it. And it’s worse because I have intentions to rekindle our friendship when I do manage to get over him, which is something that my feelings seem to be latching onto- the idea of seeing him and speaking to him again.

He’s tried to talk to me but I asked Marissa to politely ask him to stop. I don’t want him to feel guilty, though, for not liking me back. That’s probably the last thing I want, or at least one of them. Things have been going well for everyone else, though. My mother seems happy with Terrance, though we haven’t talked aside from the calls for dinner (which only happened three times these last two weeks- I’ve counted) and her failed attempts at making conversation with me. I guess I haven’t forgiven her for making me feel abandoned, but I can’t really get angry at the idea of her dating. It’s just that I wish she would’ve said something about it before so we could’ve talked about it.

Eric and Marissa have been going strong, not that they’ve ever had any detrimental arguments during the time I’ve known Marissa. Chloe has been doing well, too; she’s been treating me better, probably because of my lack of communication with Noah. I don’t think she’s ever got over the fact that Noah became my friend. Dana has been going strong with her boyfriend, whoever he is. I haven’t met him yet, but I think I’ll be meeting him soon. Floyd has been supportive, not like it’s anything out of the ordinary. He’s also been doing well with Elizabeth, although they aren’t official, they look extremely cute together.

I wonder how Noah is. In fact, I wonder how Noah is at least ten times a day. Thoughts of him slap me across the face during the most random times. And it’s even worse in school, because he could be sitting only seats away yet he seems so far. I guess you can say that I miss Noah. Yeah, that’d be an accurate thing to say.

It was after school that my mother talked to me properly for the first time in these two weeks. Upon my entrance, I was surprised to see my mother’s items lying in the living room. Usually she’s gone when I arrive (she has been for the last month or so), so you can imagine my surprise when I saw her in the kitchen with a large bowl and a mixing spoon in her hand. I managed to slip by without her noticing. It was when I was lying on my bed that she came in.

“We need to talk, Kenna,” her voice reached my ears. I’m sure that’s the longest sentence she’s pieced together these last two weeks.

“Then talk,” I replied, not bothering to look at her. I continued to stare at the ceiling with my eyes half closed.

“What happened with us?” she asked as she walked over and sat on the edge of my bed, moving my feet over.

“Terrance happened,” I told her bitterly. Like I said before, I still haven’t forgiven her.

“Honey,” my mother began, staring at me with a sad look etched on her face.

I scoffed and rolled onto my side, facing the wall. “I was scared that you’d replace dad, but instead, you replaced me.”

“Nothing could replace you, Kenna,” my mother cooed softly, her hand twitching to reach out and rub my back. She obviously thought about it and placed her hand back into her lap.

“A lot of things can replace me. I’m just a person. People can be replaced,” I told her.

“But you’re my daughter, and I love you,” she responded.