Jesse's POV
I woke up to see the sun glimmering in my window. Time to get up I thought drowsily. I reluctantly got out of bed and got dressed. After all that had been done, I headed downstairs for breakfast, like I would any other day. But this wasn't any other day. In other words, it wasn't a normal day. Leslie was gone, I was all alone. I would probably never see her again.
When I got downstairs, there were pancakes all ready for me to eat. I grabbed one to start with and dug in, finally noticing how hungry I was. But then I noticed something else. Everyone else was silent…dead silent. They weren't even acknowledging me. I tried to ignore it and finish my breakfast. That was easier said than done though because I had to be on time to catch the bus.
But then again, I also noticed something. Today was Saturday. That meant no school. I groaned and went upstairs, my backpack in hand. I put it on my bed, and grabbed my sketchbook and pencils, which was in the little chest I kept just about everything else in. Then I just let myself draw. Just draw. I didn't know what, and I really didn't care.
I looked out my window, spotting Leslie's house. I sighed sadly, promising myself I wouldn't cry. Not with May Belle still sleeping on the other side of this blanket. She could be awake. I bit my bottom lip and continued drawing, now realizing what I was drawing. Leslie. I tore the page from my sketchbook and threw it at the wall of my side of the room. Could my life get any more worse?
Note from the author: Sorry this chapter is so short. I will be working more on this story though. It isn't complete. I hope you all will continue to read this story! Enjoy!