.
We continued with our routine as if nothing had happened. I didn't show it, but I was furious with him. He had no right to do that to me. I didn't allow him to do that... but I didn't stop him, either. I push this out of my mind and eventually the entire thing faded from memory.
From then on, things were different between us. Not awkward, necessarily, but there was an uncomfortable air. We had no trouble coming up with conversation, but we would sometimes exchange glances that recalled that certain memory. But overall, things were okay between us.
I thought Zim would take the hint and just stay as friends. I thought things would go on normally now. I was wrong.
I had a pretty screwy day. Gaz beat me up again and Dad canceled Family Night because of his work. I mean, it happened all the time, but then there was the straw that broke the donkey's back...
I don't remember Mom at all. I grew up without her, but I've seen pictures of her holding me as a baby. I hadn't the slightest notion of what became of her. I had asked Dad several times but he would usually pretend he didn't hear anything, or change the subject. I tried again yesterday, and things didn't go too well. He yelled at me and called Mom a bitch. We got into a dispute that ended with me being kicked out for the night. I turned to Zim for comfort. After all, he was my only friend. I told him everything. I even cried a little. We went to Skool the next day together talking about the night's events. My eyes misted over again and he... he leaned in... I almost responded by following suit. but I then heard laughter. I looked up and saw the popular kids, Jessica, Morla, and Torque Smacky. I threw Zim down in a fury and went to Skool without him.
I was outraged. Not like before. This was worse. I planned to yell at him if he ever tried to talk to me again. But even after the morning bell rang, there was no sign of Zim. I suppose I was glad, but I was... bothered. I didn't know why he hadn't come to Skool to seem normal like everyone else. I waited through 2nd, 3rd, 4th periods, and finally lunch. Still no sign. I even asked some kids if they'd seen him and was answered with teases about the morning's events. So it had gotten out. I regained my fuming state of mind and stopped caring.
But he still didn't show throughout the rest of the week, and I began to get worried...
We continued with our routine as if nothing had happened. I didn't show it, but I was furious with him. He had no right to do that to me. I didn't allow him to do that... but I didn't stop him, either. I push this out of my mind and eventually the entire thing faded from memory.
From then on, things were different between us. Not awkward, necessarily, but there was an uncomfortable air. We had no trouble coming up with conversation, but we would sometimes exchange glances that recalled that certain memory. But overall, things were okay between us.
I thought Zim would take the hint and just stay as friends. I thought things would go on normally now. I was wrong.
I had a pretty screwy day. Gaz beat me up again and Dad canceled Family Night because of his work. I mean, it happened all the time, but then there was the straw that broke the donkey's back...
I don't remember Mom at all. I grew up without her, but I've seen pictures of her holding me as a baby. I hadn't the slightest notion of what became of her. I had asked Dad several times but he would usually pretend he didn't hear anything, or change the subject. I tried again yesterday, and things didn't go too well. He yelled at me and called Mom a bitch. We got into a dispute that ended with me being kicked out for the night. I turned to Zim for comfort. After all, he was my only friend. I told him everything. I even cried a little. We went to Skool the next day together talking about the night's events. My eyes misted over again and he... he leaned in... I almost responded by following suit. but I then heard laughter. I looked up and saw the popular kids, Jessica, Morla, and Torque Smacky. I threw Zim down in a fury and went to Skool without him.
I was outraged. Not like before. This was worse. I planned to yell at him if he ever tried to talk to me again. But even after the morning bell rang, there was no sign of Zim. I suppose I was glad, but I was... bothered. I didn't know why he hadn't come to Skool to seem normal like everyone else. I waited through 2nd, 3rd, 4th periods, and finally lunch. Still no sign. I even asked some kids if they'd seen him and was answered with teases about the morning's events. So it had gotten out. I regained my fuming state of mind and stopped caring.
But he still didn't show throughout the rest of the week, and I began to get worried...