... 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 ...
❝if something is truly meant to be,
it will always find it's way back to you. ❞
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→ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 a teenage girl with a
heavy heart and a heavy past forgi...
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MEGAN
"Megan, follow me." He says, holding his hand out for me to grab.
I grab his hand and follow him. He takes me down a childhood trail we grew up exploring around in our local woods. It was our last day together before I moved. I knew it and he knew it too. We just could not come to an understanding of it because of how young we are.
"Megan!" I hear my mom shout from the distance. Jacob looks at me.
"Well, it's time." He says, sadly.
"I love you Jacob." I say, inching in for a hug.
"I love you too." He says as i feel a wet tear drip down my back.
end of flashback
I get up to an annoying, familiar sound. Another day of high school, but i rather very much call it Hell.
"Ugh. Shit." I groan, shutting off my alarm.
It has been almost 3 years since I have left Virginia and moving to North Carolina but most importanty, Jacob. I wasn't complaining though. I really missed him, well the old him. I think I just miss all the memories we had growing up together as children, but after I left, he became very popular. My friends from my old school would also tell me how he would talk so much shit about me. It was more hurtful things than I thought but it turned out to be true because I had a video sent to me of him telling people I was ugly and fat. I know he will always have some type of place in my heart though because he was my bestest friend but I just wish people didn't change as they grow up. I mean I am so angry at him but a part of me will still always love him and I hate that.
I hop out of bed quickly realizing the time. 7:30am and school starts at 8:00 for me.
I quickly throw on a playboy sweatshirt, black flared yoga pants, and my favorite tan ugg slippers. I stop in front of the tall mirror on my door.
"Good enough." I say to myself, as I stare at myself in my outfit and messy bun from the night before.
After brushing my teeth, I went downstairs to see my older brother, Andrew and my mother, Casandra.
My father left us when I was in kindergarten, so I barely remember much of him. Let alone, if he even ever loved me. The man doesn't even send my mother child support after all the shit he's put us through. I'm glad my mother gave us her last name though because she is a strong woman and that is something I would like to inherit from her.
I grab left over banana bread from the night before that my mother had made. I take a bite and open my phone. 7:40am
