Shattered

Chapter 5

I slugged through my classes knowing that after they are done I only had an hour to say goodbye to Connor and Michael. Even Ms. Flynn said that she would miss me. Michael could hardly control his laughter. Every class I had people keep looking at me, maybe jealous, probably not, this was like heaven to some of them. When the bell to my eighth hour rang I went to my usual spot to wait for Michael. Who was already there? He stood up. "I am a great liar." He said with a smile. "How so?" He looked at me "Well for one I'm smiling like I'm happy, and two Im here and not in class." I frowned at him. I hated making others upset. He grabbed my arm and dragged me back to my half packed room.

    It was almost time for me to go home. I have spent the rest of the day packing, and being with Connor and Michael. Connor left a little while ago, secretly I think Michael asked him to. I don't mind though, its nice to get to say goodbye to Michael, and just Michael. As much as im goint to miss Connor, Michael has been with me for the past two years. HE has been here through everythig. And no mater how much I like Connor, I havent known him as long. Plus I do think that I will talk to Connor more after I leave. "so what if I did something really bad when I got home and then I could come back?" Michael laughed relieving some tension that had built up. "Maybe. But that doesn't seem like the Rosie I know. Also we tried that, remember? It didn't work. " I smiled. I was going to miss being called Rosie. If anyone else tried to call me Rosie it just wouldn't be the same, and I wouldn't allow it.

When all my boxes were packed I just stared at them for a second. This became a life that I never knew would be a good one. When I first got here I was terrified of everyone. Even if they were just the kids who always got detention and hung out with the wrong people. Nobody here was really all that bad. And I made a place for myself, I made friends. Now I have to leave. My nostalgia was enough to make me want to pass out. Michael grabbed my elbow and held me up. "Its okay Rosie, I swear you will be fine." He looked at me and I held his gaze. "That's it I cant do this." I said and I marched out of my room.

I walked until I realized with the help of Michael's incessant asking that I had no clue where I was going, nor what I was doing. I sat down staring at my feet. "come on Rose stand up." Michael grabbed my hand pulling me from the ground. ""You want to go home, you know you do. Don't let Connor and I hold u back." His eyes were sad but his voice firm. He was right, I know, but there was a part of me that knew he wasn't fully right. They weren't holding me back. I was holding myself back. I tried to tell myself it would be okay, but I knew I waas lying. It seems that the person we lie to most, is often ourselves.And right now I was okay with that.

I sat with Michael for another hour before somebody came and said my parents were here. I almost threw up, but Michael grabbed me and made me look at him; we both had tears dried to our faces and still forming in our eyes. "Call me as soon as you get home, okay?" His voicde cracked from trying to choke back sobs. All I could do was nod or I would be a mess. When I got to the door Connor was talking to my mom. When she saw mme she ran to hug me, but before she did she noticed me crying. "Whats wrong? Arent you hppy to be leaving?" I did some sort of neck exercise trying to decided between yes an no. "I am, Im so ready to go home, but my friends." I stopped not sure she would understand. She nodded "You've got some good friends here." I could tell it killed her to say so but then she smiled. My dad came through the door looking angry, but then he saw me and his expression softened. "Rose" he came and hugged me. Before letting go he whispered "Who are these boys?" I laughed then introduced Michael and Connor. I didn't know what to do now that it was time to go. I wanted so badly to go back to my old life, but the question was could I.

After practically pryin me off of Michael, Connor and I said our goodbyes. The my parents had to pry Michael and I apart, only for me to go back to connor. My mom finally got impatient and pulled me to the car.Even after I got into the car I had to wait for my parents to finsih packing it. When they got in the car I turned around and watched Michael as I drove away. He sat on the ground and put his head in his hands, finally able to cry. And I could physically feel my heart break into a thousand tiny glass pieces and hit my stomach like a thousand tiny rocks.