4. He's moving? Great.

School was different from yesterday, better and worse in ways. Better because Jodie seemed to be avoiding me- even though I wanted to find out what was wrong- and worse because I had a new problem on my hands. My nightmare.

Soon it was worse-Jodie finally talked to me in Social Studies.

"Hey Hayley," she whispered, "Don't tell any body about me crying okay! If you do I swear I will-" She got cut off by Mr Trienda starting the lesson.

"Okay, don't worry I wont tell anyone." I said whispering. That was a little bit of a lie as I had already told my mom and Tom.

"You better not!" She hissed back.

Social Studies passed in a blur, and Jodie didn't speak to me for the rest of class. My next class was gym- I was good at it, but I didn't like it that much. I was happy because I was with Tom who could help me as much as he could.

In gym Tom asked me about my dream, asking me to give him more information. I told him it wasn't very clear so I couldn't give him much information- well not as much as he wanted. I didn't want to drag him too far into this situation. It was mine. I needed to know the answers and keep them to myself.

After school, Tom had to go to soccer practise so he left me to walk by myself home. It wasn't a problem walking home because it was only a few blocks away. The problem was that I needed to talk to someone- and fast.

I needed to go to the supermarket to get a few things for my mom because she wanted me to get some food for tonight's dinner- oh yeah, she texted me about that. So I went to my car- yes I said my car, it was always here but I never needed to use it because I haven't been going out much. I put my bag on the back seat and put the key in the ignition. I went into drive, and pull out from the sidewalk and into the road.

The drive wasn't that long as it was only about ten minutes away, maybe fifteen. I pulled into a space and cut the engine. When I opened the door, I jumped as Tom was standing there when I thought that he was going to soccer practice.

"Hey." He said- his expression was upset. His lower lip was jutting out so slightly. I liked Tom, but not like like him. I think he got the wrong idea sometimes. Sorry I just had to think that at this moment. It had to come out something.

"Hey, you scared me. I thought you had soccer practice?" I said making it sound into a question.

"Yeah, it got canceled." He sighed.

"Then what are you-?" I was cut off by Tom.

"Can I speak to you? It's important." He said getting edgier by the minute.

"Uh, sure. I guess. What do you want to talk ab-" I got cut off… again.

"I… I… I'm moving." He said turning his back on me- probably for me not see his expression.

"Oh, um." Was all I could say at this time. I didn't want him to go; he was my first friend here. Although he felt more strongly to what I was going to say that I did, he was my best friend.

"Why?" I finally managed to say.

"Urm." He said this like he didn't want to really tell me.

"Come on Tom. Tell me." I encourage. This looked harder for him than for me. Maybe my views will change if he told me. Maybe.

"Okay… well. I kinda told my mom that I might be in danger soon. Then she asked why. So I told her about your dream and now I'm kind of moving." He rushed.

My face was fuming. I didn't want him to tell people! Let alone his mother!

"Tom!" I almost shouted. People looked so I spoke more quietly but still loud. "Why would you tell her? This is my problem that I need to sort out, not yours, not your moms, mine. I can't believe you told her! Why would you do that?" I began pacing pulling my finger through my hair as I tried to search for something that may keep me calmer.

"When are you going?" I said calmer but still full-on anger in my voice.

"Uh, Sunday."

"Great."

"In a sarcastic way, or are you actually happy that I'm going?" He asked. His voice sounding strained.

"I don't know, okay. I think I better go. Same with you. I can tell my mom that I couldn't do it. Fake an illness or something. I'm outta here."

I climbed back into my car and didn't look at Tom when I pulled out; still plain anger on my face.

When I reached home I slammed the door, glad that nobody was home till late. I upstairs to where my computer was and turned it on- hoping it would be faster, other wise I would kill it.

"Grr!" I said to myself.

As it was being too slow, I just decided to go for a walk to calm myself down and abandon my laptop. I left my coat as I was took worked up to care about the cold and strolled into the forest. I set on an old broken log and started to sob.

Why was I so angry at Tom? Why was I angry at everybody? I've just annoyed myself a lot more than I actually needed to. I sighed. If I was going to put this right before Tom goes, then I need to go now. I didn't know where to look first. The supermarket? His house? I really wouldn't know where to find him.

I got up and turned away from the forest so I could see my street. I suddenly turned back around in shock. This was the place. This is where it would happen, except it was night in my dream. I shuddered and walked away, I didn't know what else to do. To find out. So I just carried on with my life as I should. But first, I to put things right between me and Tom.

I walked into the street- feeling cold- and walked over to Tom's house. I knocked on the door and- I'm assuming- his mother opened the door.

"Hello, can I help you?" She asked. She was small and had brown hair with green eyes that matched Tom's perfectly. She wore a peach colored shirt with a small bow that she tied neatly on the left side on her collar bone.

"Um… hi. Is Tom home?" I asked hopeful. When I asked, Tom came out from behind his mom.

"Oh, Hayley. I'm sorry- Mom, could you leave us to…"

"You're Hayley." She said surprised. "Oh, please."

"Mom!" Tom said sounding annoyed. "Go."

Tom's mom left then and then Tom shut the door when he came outside.

"Hayley, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. I don't know why I told her, I know it was the wrong thing to do. You have to forgive me. I'll be gone my Sunday anyway. I'll be out of your life soon, so you can go back to hating me, right away." He said- I let him get it all out of his system before I finally spoke after a long two seconds.

"No Tom, I'm sorry. I should be the one apologizing to you. I was the one that made it a bigger deal that it needed to be. I'm sorry that I was a jerk and I don't want you to go." I sighed, glad that I got it off my chest too, but depressed because my friend was leaving in only four days.

"I'm just happy that I'm leaving on a good note." He smirked- it looked like he was forcing it. I would be.

"Yeah, I guess so," I sighed. "Well I better be going- its freezing out here." I laughed. It was good to laugh, wasn't it?

"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Yeah, see ya." I turned to walk away and jogged home because of the cold.