Ken's POV:
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"SCHOOL'S OUT!" Everyone in the entire middle school said. Everyone threw their books in the air, took selfies, said "Bon voyage" to their friends and favorite teachers . Everyone ready to start to the summer. Well... everyone except for me. Today wasn't just the last day of middle school, but my last day in Paris, France, or maybe France. And also...my last day of seeing Mikayla Edwards again...my one and only friend.
Trying to hold back the tears, I cringe my eyes and let my head drop so no one can see that I was about to burst. I didn't run. No. I wanted to sink all this in. So I walked out of the school. Today I wasn't taking the bus like I always do. Today I was going with my dad on the way to the camp. He wanted to be there faster instead of wasting time. I hate him so much. He knows I can handle things by myself. I'm smart enough to do them...just not strong enough...But he doesn't have to send me to a military camp in America to do so! Away from my family! Away from school! And especially, away from Mikayla! Why does he have to do this to me. As I wait for my dad's car to show up, I hear my name being called. Thinking it was just nothing, I kept my head forward.
"KEN! Ken wait!" I whipped my head around and faced the source of the sound. Looking straight ahead of me, I can feel the corners of my mouth start to curl upwards. Mikayla.
"Hey Addison. I-"
"DON'T EVEN START MISTER!
"Addison what's wro-"
"Why didn't you tell me you were leaving?!"
Sorry I thought that-"
"Don't sorry me! I'm so mad at you Kentin Anderson!" Oh boy. She used my full name. "Why? Why did you hide this from me. Don' t you know how much I-" She stopped herself before she could say the last word. However, I know what she was going to say.
"You care about me?"
"Of course I do! Heck Ken, I don't just care for you, I love you!" All the kids had left and the entire school grew completely silent. A gust of wind rushed by the area, making Mikayla's hair fly. I could feel my face starting to heat up. My heart was racing. My knees were shaking. No. It's not of fear anymore. It's not because someone is trying to take my lunch money or get me to do their homework. No. Not anymore. It's actually that weird reaction to love and happiness. She said she loves me...
"You... love me..."
"Yes Ken!" We took another moment of silence for just a couple seconds until I continued the conversation.
"Mikayla I want to give you something." I pulled out of my bag a tan teddy bear, with a giant red heart on the center of its belly. It's one of the most precious things to me... because Mikayla was there when I won it.
"Ken!" Addison ran into my scrawny chest and starts balling into it. My hands didn't know what do to! But it was only until I after cleared my mind when I wrapped my arms around her.
"Ken... I..." Her eyes slowly started to close. Her face was moving closer to mine. Her light rose colored lips puckered. Her tan cheeks were completely flushed, as if she was embarrassed. Was she... about to kiss me!
I don't know what made me want to do this but I started to the same things she was doing! My eyes slowly started to close. My face was moving closer to hers. My lips puckered. My pale skin, completely flushed, feeling really embarrassed of what I'm about to do. I'm about to kiss her...
*HONK! HONK! HONK!*
"KENTIN GET YOUR ASS IN THE CAR RIGHT NOW! WE'RE GOING TO BE LATE!" Let me rephrase that; I was about to kiss her when that bastard for a father had to finally show up!
I give a quick glance towards Mikayla, noticing her eyes were flooding with tears.
"Will you promise to write?"
"I promise. I'll write everyday I can!"
"Great. I'll write to you first so I can give you the address." I turn away from her and get inside my dad's jeep. The door automatically locks itself and then we head off. I pull down the window, noticing that Mikayla hasn't left her spot and was clutching the teddy bear still. She was still there even when I left the school grounds. A tear rolled down my face and landed on my jeans. I give one last glance over at the school. She was gone.
I promise I'll see you again...