I impatiently got into bed. My mind was racing about thoughts of tomorrow, my first day of sophomore year. Who were going to be my teachers? Who's going to be in my classes? What would i even wear?! But most importantly, I thought about if my boyfriend Mark -nicknamed Fitz- was going to be in any of my classes. Oh, my lovely Fitz. Well, sometimes lovely. Him and I have been going out since grade 8, making that almost 3 years. A very long 3 years. Fitz and I have gone through a lot with his parents divorcing, his dad dying, and his mothers new discovery of alcohol. Meanwhile my home life was nearly perfect- well almost. The pressure and stress Fitz is always on can sometimes make him a bit mean towards me, but i know he really doesn't mean it. That's why i put up with him. To me he will always be that nice, sweet guy i first fell in love with when i was 14. Nothing can ever change that. I hope.
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