Saying goodbye is hard, especially when you're not the one who wanted to in the first place. When everything was once perfect—or, as perfect as they've ever been, even if it was an acquired taste for living. But when you were once happy with the way everything was, to have it ripped out underneath you is like a stab directly in the heart, and then to have to say goodbye to everything you once new? It's hard. Really hard.
But what's harder is saying hello. How does someone who's lived their whole life as an outcast, and a "bad boy", whose reputation got the better of him, just pluck himself from the world he lived his whole life in and start anew with two years left of high school?
I could have dropped out, but that would have disappointed so many people, including myself, my family, and Julia. I didn't want to no longer go to school. I wanted to keep myself away from the world in hopes that I wouldn't ruin anymore lives.
But I guess that was inevitable, and as I pulled up into the Degrassi High School parking lot, the backseat of my car just felt heavy. As did the passenger seat. My past, and my memories, and my faults were all still with me, weighing down the air around me, and for a moment, before I let myself drive on any further, I closed my eyes and let the tears roll back in