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Leaving

3. Without You

The first day of school I forgot not to make an extra lunch for you. It had become so much of a habit that I hadn't thought twice about making that second sandwich or even packing that banana for you even though I detest them. When lunch had rolled around I could only look at my lunch with a knot in my stomach.

I never ate the half that belonged to you and I hadn't even bothered to throw it away because I was so upset. Mom had found it somewhere in my room about a month later covered in mold and had screamed at me about it. I felt upset when she threw it away, but I couldn't stop it.

It was all the small things. Every little thing, like taking the subway to school instead of the regular bus or like ditching Ike to hang out with you guys. When Stan didn't call me to ask for help with his homework, or even when the fatass wasn't there to rip on me like the Neo-Nazi he was. When you weren't there to sneak your porn mags into the school, or your infinite knowledge of anything inappropriate, or when you disappear for a day and then come back randomly, or how nobody but the four of us can understand what you're saying.

I missed it.

I tried to ignore it over the years, I tried to forget sometimes. But I always remembered and treasured it. I moved on, but I never let go. I hung out with new friends, I wasn't a recluse, but I never actually connected with anyone, I only knew them at face value. No one could ever replace you guys and like our connection was a string I never let go, always firmly grasping it in my hand.

Never mind, I never moved on.

I really, really wanted to go back home.


((Ending Notes: slight shorter BUT filled with lurv! x3

-le awesome Burbs))