Title: The World through the Eyes of a Basket Case
Author: TWBasketcase
Chapter Summary: Last chapter; Andy leaves for college and everyone tries to figure out where exactly they're going.
Rated: T.
A/N: Well here is the end; this was the first fic I ever posted/started on the net and I guess I could say it came a long way. I never really intended it to be this huge, but hey, I am pretty happy with the way it turned out.
Shout out: I just wanna say thanks to everyone who reviewed this fic or added it to their favorites. So here is a shout out to everyone who had stuck with it and gave me encouragement to keep it going and improve my writing: Hannah (my first reviewer and stuck all the way to the end), KushelKitten, UnicornPammy, JBFan, Moonjava, Jenifer, Santafelover, Jessesgirl29, AJ Wonkette, Billy Crazy, Ailcia, Lazaefair, Katydid7186, Two-Bit's Twobit, Kellie Crystals, Queen Red Rum, Bravewolf, Poohismyhomie, DarkoBender, RecluseChick, TBFF Nat (for sure! Waves!), Faith Maguire, Olympias, oOoRikku4EveroOo, Zionne, BreakfastClubJedi, and Kendall (even if she hasn't had the chance to read the whole thing she kept telling me to write when I didn't want to do it anymore). So I know that there are more of you out there reading and I wanna say thanks to all of you too.
A/N 2: So here it is the last one; here is my buh bye for this story…bye. Lol, but no worries I have two more TBC fics starting real soon and there will be a sequel to this in the coming months. I hope you enjoy chapter 42. R&R.

Chapter 42 – Don't You Forget About Me

It is so sunny out today; the temperature is perfect, the wind is slow and young, and the sky is a tauntingly bright shade of blue.

I hate it.

It's like the whole world is happy and chirpy and the sun is laughing at me. They all know that I don't wanna dance and sing; that I just wanna cry and kick and scream, so they all want to make fun of me for it. I mean there is a lot to be happy about, just not today. I kinda feel like I am going to a funeral even though I am not about to say good bye forever.

I just can't help it.

"Allison! Earth to Allison! Are you in there?"

I snapped out of my thoughts and spun around to send Claire a glare, "Yes I am here!"

She gave me a sad smile and glanced up to her rear view mirror as she made a left turn down a new street, "Well sorry, I must have been talking for the last five minutes straight and you are completely zoned out."

A loud snort came from the back of the car, "Well with all the pointless shit that comes outta that mouth of yours it doesn't surprise me that she zoned out."

"John!" Claire shouted, enraged, "What the hell do you mean pointless?" She turned around in her seat to scowl at him – not paying much attention to what she was doing. But hey, this is Claire driving; I've kinda learned to pay attention to the road myself.

He smirked and counted on his fingers, "Shopping, nail polish, your father's BMW…"

She widened her eyes, "Don't you dare even finish that sentence…"

He folded his arms over his chest and slouched in his seat sloppily, "I was gonna say me…"

She turned around in her seat once again to glare at him. Her cheeks were starting to go a light shade of pink and he seemed to be enjoying himself with the sight. Of course this is Bender we are talking about; he gets off every time he makes someone angry. I stared back out my window at the approaching house and smiled; just a few more moments and I will have someone in the car with me who is at least a little sane.

"…what are you talking about? You know that I am the sexiest man alive! You're just mad because I am right."

"You are so full of yourself you know that!"

I rolled my eyes and sighed, "Claire…"

"I am not full of myself!" He replied in mock anger, "I just happen to know the difference between truth and fiction."

I started bouncing my knee up and down with impatience, "Claire…" I said again, a little more urgently this time.

"Yeah and truth is you are an ass!"

He laughed loudly, "You love my ass."

"I do not!"

"You do too!"

I grabbed my temples, "Claire!"

"Do not!"

"Do too!"

"John, I do not want your ass!"

John smirked and calmly said, "You do not want my ass."

She sighed dramatically and seethed, "I do too!"

"HA!" He yelled triumphantly, "I knew it, cherry!"

Claire was about to say more when I had finally had enough of the games, "CLAIRE!" They both turned to look at me as if I grew a second head. Was it really that random of me to have an outburst? Jeez, "You passed Brian's house about two blocks ago."

"Good job, cherry!" Bender laughed in hysterics, "You really do get ditzier and ditzier by the day don't ya?" He composed himself and regarded me, "See Al, I told ya, women should not drive."

I rolled my eyes as Claire turned the car around cursing under her breath, "John I don't know why you want me to back up that theory because I don't agree with it. I'm a woman too."

He looked at me with mock bewilderment, "No shit?"

I nodded casually, "Yes very much so."

He folded his arms and grinned, "I could have sworn you had a dick and balls and was growing hair on yer chest."

I glared at him and turned back in my seat, "I don't know how the hell you put up with him sometimes."

Claire cocked an eyebrow and took a bend in the road, "Yeah well I could ask you the same question."

I nodded, "True," I settled back in my seat and once again returned my gaze out the window.

"Hey," Bender piped up –once again – from the back, "I told you chicks that I did not wanna be up this early on a fucking Sunday. I coulda sent Sporto a god damned post card on Tuesday."

Claire sighed, "John its eight o'clock…you have to get up this early for school starting Tuesday anyways. And besides, don't you want to say good bye to Andy?" She turned in her seat – once again – to face him.

"Okay, for one I don't get up this early for school anyways, and two I could give two shits about Sporto."

I turned around in my seat so fast that he sat back, "Don't you say that!"

He sighed, "Okay I just don't wanna feel suffocated by the tightness of his tights anymore, okay?"

I rolled my eyes and turned back around. Claire patted my leg, "He didn't mean that."

"Yes I did."

She turned around, "No, you didn't!"

"Yes I did."

She glared, "No you…"

"Watch the road!" Bender and I yelled in unison as she quickly pulled into Brian's drive way, nearly knocking over one of his mother's shrubs along the way. She sat in her seat clutching the wheel tightly in her palms. The car was quiet for a second…

"You did not just try and crush Mrs. Johnson's lovely bush did you?" Bender said.

Well, that lasted long.

Claire said nothing and unbuckled her seat belt to slip out of the car. She straightened out her top and skirt and strode up the walk towards the door. I watched as she knocked swiftly on the door and Mrs. Johnson opened the door with a smile.

Bender leaned over the seat and clicked on the radio, "Watch this…" He found a cheesy local station playing 'Sexual Healing' and cranked it up loud enough that the whole block – possibly – could hear it. Bender sat back quickly in his seat and began bouncing up and down…so the car was rocking as well.

I put my hands over my face as I saw Mrs. Johnson – and Claire – stared at the car in horror. Bender was letting out these disgusting moans as loud as he could, so I flicked the radio off, "Did you have to do that? She hates us enough already…"

He shook his head, "Nah, she secretly wants me."

I pinched the bridge of my nose, "Just like everyone else does, right?"

"Damn straight."

I sat back in my seat and watched as Brian dejectedly came into view and gave his mom a kiss good bye. He closed the door behind them and slowly approached the car with Claire next to him. He has kinda been in a bit of a slump since Michelle had boarded her plane four days ago. Hell I don't blame him. He kicked the ground with his shoes and slumped his shoulders.

"What the hell is lodged up the dork's ass?" Bender asked nonchalantly.

"Shut up," I muttered under my breath; Bender can be so annoying sometimes. Hell we're still close and everything but I should have just left him in bed this morning…I wasn't in the mood.

Brian opened the door behind me and slumped down next to Bender in the back seat, "Hi guys how are you this morning?"

"I'm good," Claire replied as she opened her door and took her seat.

I shrugged and mumbled, "I'm fine."

"I'm horny…I had this huge hard on when I woke up this morning and then there were the two of them at my front door and that didn't help…"

"John! Shut up!" Claire yelled fiercely as we began backing out of the drive way. John laughed and Brian looked like he was about to be sick. I chuckled and looked back to Brian, "How are you holding up?"

He shrugged, "I'm okay I guess. As good as I can be going to watch another friend leave. It feels hard some days and then other days you just wanna be really happy for them, you know? But I feel like I miss Michelle already and she has only been gone for a few days; I thought it would be easier but I guess I was wrong."

"I guess so," Bender mumbled following Brian's sad rant. I rolled my eyes, "I don't know if I am ready to do it yet," I confessed.

Brian nodded sympathetically, "No probably not, but you're gonna have to."

I swallowed and nodded, then leaned my face against the cool glass of the window, "I know…doesn't mean I want to though…"

Claire patted my thigh, "Hey, as hard as it may be you know that at least he is going to do something good with himself and he will be happy, right?"

"Yeah," Bender chimed in, "He's gonna be rolling around on the floor with college aged guys now. Our little Sporto is moving up in the world." He put his hand over his heart dramatically and pretended to wipe a tear off of his cheek, "Just when I thought the lobotomy was wearing off."

"Lobotomies are permanent Bender," Brian too quickly corrected him; I smiled at Bender's glare.

"But he is right," Brian just as quickly added, "Andy's moving up, he'll be happy there…and he will come back soon."

"Maybe…" I said straightening up, "He might be back soon, he doesn't know yet. It could be Christmas, but if not he won't be back until his year is over."

Bender frowned, "Hey, don't get your panties in a twist…at least he is coming back."

"Yeah," Claire added quietly, "We don't even know if Michelle is going to be able to visit at all…Med school is long and all of her money is going to text books and subway tickets and such. She may not even be able to afford coming home for quite a while."

I nodded, feeling a little selfish, "Yeah I guess you're right…sorry."

Brian furrowed his eyebrows, "Don't say sorry, it's still okay to feel a little bit sad."

Yeah, I guess it is okay to feel a little sad; hell, my emotions are still so jumbled when it comes to this subject. I mean, Brian seems sad and all but he isn't acting like it is the end of the world or anything. I know deep down that is not the end of the world; it's just only this point in time where it feels like it is.

I remember back in June at the graduation; everyone was just so damn happy to be leaving. It could have been the ceremony itself that made everyone happy to get out of the damn school; it was very posh and formal. I swear Bender was going to have a hernia if he had to sit there any longer. He thought that it was bad enough that he had to dress up for the prom and then to do it two days in a row? He just wasn't having it. But then again, if he wasn't there he wouldn't have provided Brian and I with the entertaining commentary. Of course, we weren't sitting with Andy's, Claire's, or Michelle's folks, as they don't like us (with the exception of Brian) all that much. So we had sat in our own little row at the back where we couldn't really distract anyone.

Brian was all excited because Michelle had won valedictorian and was making a speech; so he was kinda keyed up to be there. It's pretty bad though that the ceremony was so boring that even he was laughing and blushing at Bender's commentary. It was a pretty good time just sitting back there and having fun amongst ourselves, but on the flip side it reminded me that next year it would be just the three of us having fun to make the time go by faster. Those two are great and all but it just won't be the same without Claire, Michelle, and Andy.

After the ceremony though we had all gone out for a bite to eat, and seemed as though the shittyness of it all had been swept up for the time being. Hell, the entire summer was like beating around the bush and it seemed that the only times I really thought about it was late at night when I was home in bed by myself. Every time we had hung out or done something together we ended up making the most of it so that no one would be sad or thinking about it; and at the end of the day it had worked…but would just as quickly wear off.

We had taken a couple of road trips; mostly at Claire's expense and in her car. We had gone down to Rockford for some shopping; Michelle and Claire had a ball while Andy and Bender had complained the whole time. They never liked shopping with the girls only because they had a horrible tendency to stop at EVERY shop and pick up EVERYTHING in the store at least once. I don't mind it too much unless they end up dragging me into some change room to try on something that looks 'totally fabulous' on me, other then that I try to grin and bear with it. Our most fun trip had to be to Lake Michigan just for some swimming. Watching Brian almost piss his pants with Bender swimming after him was classic.

It was as if every single day had something else in store for us to do…and stir up trouble. I will never, ever forget crashing Ashley Young's eighteenth birthday. She was having this big backyard bash, and Andy was invited by Jack. He and Jack had let their bygones be bygones and had started training and talking with each other again. So Bender had found out and they decided to go.

Leave it up to them to have to pull out their dicks once again. At least it wasn't in front of a church this time.

They had bought these Ronald Reagan rubber masks and put them over their faces and streaked through the party with American flags used as capes, and sparklers in their hands…SPARKLERS! So Andy, Jack, Bender…and Brian…did it. I don't know…I don't want to know…what they did or said to make Brian do it, but they did it. I have to say it was probably the funniest or scariest sight I ever saw. It makes me want to laugh and cry every time I think about it; but then again the look of horror on Ashley's face was well worth it too. I think I love it every time I see her nose crunch up and her jaw just fall as her eyes pierce like daggers. It's great; but after all the shit she puts people through she kinda deserves it.

I chuckled slightly and Claire cocked an eyebrow, "What are you laughing at?" She looked up to her rear view mirror and switched lanes.

I sniffed and turned to face her, "The Reagan masks."

She turned red and let out an amused sigh, "Oh God…"

"Ha!" Bender shouted from the back, "That was fuckin' great! Even Brian got his willy out!"

Brian turned a deep shade of purple, "I didn't have much of a choice did I?"

Bender looked at Brian with mock sympathy, "This is the good ole U.S of A! You have all the freedom to make a choice, dork."

Brian raised his eyebrows in exasperation, "You call peer pressure and threats freedom of choice, Bender?"

Bender rolled his eyes, "Jeez you act like you were molested or something…you were laughing your ass off when we left!"

"I was molested!" He persisted, which caused us all to fall into a fit of laughter, "With a broom!"

Bender laughed hysterically, "I wouldn't call being chased and hit with it molested, brainiac."

"That fat woman was trying to beat me with it!"

Claire let out a snort, "That was her maid."

I smiled, "And besides you weren't claiming molestation when Michelle did the same thing with her shoe…"

Bender snorted, "That's because he enjoyed it…you're not supposed to enjoy molestation."

Brian's jaw fell in horror and his ears turned a bright shade of reddish/purple – which caused us all, once again, to laugh at his expense, "I did not enjoy that!"

Bender fluttered his eyelashes in mock awe, "That must have been just like the tree house…"

"We did not do anything in the tree house!" Brian persisted in exasperation; Bender just had so much fun screwing with his head.

"Yeah sure Brainiac, you're trying to tell me you don't like taking advantage of drunken girls?"

His eyes widened in horror, "Yes!...I mean no! We didn't do anything!"

"Oh John, lay off…" Claire cut in with a chuckle, "Maybe he doesn't want to kiss and tell."

"We didn't do anything!"

I shut my eyes tightly and bit back my laughter; he gets so embarrassed so easily that I almost feel bad for him. Whether they did anything or not was no one's business and we all knew that, but it was just too hard not to poke fun at him a bit.

Claire took the turn off and soon the air port came into view; everyone was still bantering in the back but for a moment it seemed as though I couldn't hear them anymore and the dread building up in my stomach began to take over my senses. He was there, waiting, packing up, ready to leave. My heart beat picked up and went to rapid speed and I couldn't really feel my hands or my legs. Everything almost seemed to stand still. Planes were taking off down the run way and landing; lights were blinking everywhere; the parking lot was full of cars and people…but it was all in such slow motion.

The damn airport is hell itself.

"Is it just me or do you guys hate this place?" Brian asked almost casually.

Claire tried – lamely – to laugh, but wasn't fooling anyone. No one really said anything, with the exception of Bender who was singing 'Sexual Healing' again. I shook my head and my eyes once again stuck to the all too quickly approaching airport.

Claire slowed down and rolled down her window as she approached the parking lot attendant, "Hi, how are you today?" The heavy set woman asked cheerily.

Claire rolled her eyes, "Just peachy…we're just here to see off a friend."

The parking lot attendant nodded her head and printed off a tag, "Just go to general parking; that will be one dollar please."

Claire took a bill out of the small compartment in her purse and dropped it into the awaiting woman's hand in a hurry. She let us pass through and we found an empty spot around the middle of the lot. As the car came to a stop I almost began telling myself to just say, 'no thank you' and go home so that I won't have to go through the heart ache. Would it be easier that way? Just knowing that he was gone and that I would see him sometime soon, rather than watching him turn away…watching him walk…seeing him disappear behind the wall of a jet…seeing him fly off to the sky where he will land thousands of miles away? My heart thumped hard against my chest and I felt a sudden wave of nausea.

"Are you coming, crazy?"

I snapped alert and noticed Bender standing outside my window. His brow was furrowed and his arms were crossed liked he had been waiting there for a few moments already. I looked down in my lap wanting to say, 'hell no! Just tell him I love him!' but the words just couldn't leave my mouth.

He opened up my door and gave me a smirk; I looked behind him for the others and noticed them standing a few yards away. I looked at him and his expression softened a bit, "Don't do this…" He said.

I opened up my mouth again but nothing came out and I suddenly felt my mouth go dry and my eyes grow heavy. He raked his fingers through his hair and squatted down so we were eye level, "You know, you've always played therapist to me…this is no time to be chickening out…I'm no good at it."

I swallowed and cleared my throat, "You'd be surprised." My voice came out hoarse and scratchy; it made my breath quiver.

He blinked his eyes a few times, "So what you are just gonna sit in the car and then realize that you should have said good bye and try to make some dramatic entrance just as the plane is leaving?"

I let out a snort, "No, I'll come…I'm just scared."

He bowed his head down and let his hair fall over his eyes slightly; he pondered for a few moments and then raised his face back up to me, "Don't be scared…there's nothing to be afraid of…he ain't gonna kidnap you and stuff you in a suitcase."

I felt tears prick my eyes, "I wish he would."

He cocked an eyebrow and gave me a smirk, "You are a freaky bitch, aren't you?"

I let out a laugh and blinked my tears back, "I'm going to come."

He rolled his eyes and stood up, "Well then get a move on, won't ya…I'm not getting any younger here."

I nodded and unbuckled my seat belt and slowly stepped out of the car. I straightened down my shirt and skirt for what felt like the fiftieth time today. The air seems very thick here and the noise is almost unbearable. Cars honking, jets screeching, people yelling their hellos and good byes; I can't really stand it. Everything just seems so much louder than it actually is.

Bender looked at me with anticipation in his eyes, "Well?"

I nodded my head and began walking on shaky feet; I feel as though it is my first time attempting to walk in my life, it's that bad. I swallowed hard and felt an arm snake around my waist as we proceeded.

I turned my head and Claire gave me a small smile; I returned the gesture and felt a little more at ease. I guess that term 'that's what friends are for' comes into play here. Ha!

We made it to the tall glass doors of the O'Hare Airport; the place is rather depressing if I do say so myself. The walls are dull in color and every voice around me seems monotonous. Just dandy.

We walked towards the terminal and I caught sight of him. He was wearing his usual blue jeans and his letterman's jacket. It kinda made me wonder why he was wearing such a heavy jacket; it couldn't be that cold in Canada could it?

His hair was neatly combed and he had a small carrier bag slung over his shoulder. I could also see both of his parents as well as his brothers seated around him. His mom had a tissue clutched in her hand and seemed to be giving him some encouragement. His father on the other hand stood numbly with his hands shoved in his pockets. His facial expression was rather bland and unreadable. Andy on the other hand seemed to be a combination of nervous and relieved. I swallowed hard and Claire rubbed a hand on my back soothingly, "We'll just wait a few minutes, okay?" I nodded my head and took a shaky breath.

"Yeah I have to throw a piss anyways," Bender said. Brian nodded his head and followed him.

"This is gonna be so hard."

"I know," Claire replied softly, "But you are just gonna have to be strong…I know you can do it."

I smiled, "Since when have you become such a motivational speaker?"

She smiled and shoved her hands into her pockets, "Well I learned from the best…God himself only knows how many times you have let me sob on your shoulder."

I grinned, "Yeah I have kinda lost count myself."

She gave me a playful whack to the arm and I laughed. She joined in soon after just as Brian and Bender returned. I looked back to Andy and noticed that his gaze was already glued my way. My heart leapt into my throat and I stopped. He gave me a small smile and turned back to his mother and said something inaudible and walked over towards us.

"So ya ready to blow this joint?" Bender asked casually with a smirk as he approached. Andy smiled a beautiful smile in return, "Just about…I have about ten minutes until they should be calling my flight." My heart sunk and I frowned.

"How does it feel?" Claire asked.

Andy shrugged, "Can't really say at the moment; it all seems so surreal."

Claire smiled, "Well it sure is gonna be strange not having you around. I hope you have fun." She stepped out first – breaking the ice- and enveloped him into a friendly hug and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, "It's gonna be weird not having super man around."

He gave her a smile, "Yeah well you'll always have…Brian."

She let out a loud laugh, "Yeah I guess we will have to leave his head in charge."

Bender frowned, "What about me?"

Andy smirked, "I sure as hell hope no one follows your lead."

Bender gave him a smirk and a playful punch on the arm, "Yeah well let's just say they may need it."

Andy raised his eyebrows, "What? You are gonna keep everyone out of trouble?"

He cocked an eyebrow, "Now why would I wanna do that, Sporto?"

Andy sighed amusedly, "No I wouldn't want to leave that kind of pressure on your shoulders, Johnny. You just take it easy and keep your own ass in line." Bender gave him a sarcastic nod. Andy held out his hand and John hesitantly grabbed it in a shake, "Don't strangle yourself in your tights, Sporto."

"I'll try not too, jack ass." Bender let out a laugh and stepped back.

Andy gave Brian a nod, "How you holding up, Bry?"

Brian stood straight and gave him a curt nod, "Just fine. Hope you have a good time; you gotta fill me in on the college life. UBC is a pretty good school man, good luck."

Andy nodded, "I'll keep in touch, and besides you'll be finding out soon enough if you keep up your shit at school. No smoking pot and bringing flare guns around, you hear?"

Brian smiled sheepishly, "Don't worry I won't be taking any shop classes this time around."

Andy laughed and then turned to face me; the others backed off a bit and I swallowed…hell knows the water works are coming now. I couldn't do anything but stare at him for a few moments relishing him in the flesh. It's gonna be a long while before I get the opportunity to do so again. He sighed and raked his fingers through his hair and the simple gesture made me lose it.

He grabbed me into his arms and I sobbed heavily into his shoulder. He rubbed small circles on my back; it crushed me to know that these arms that made me feel so safe had to make me stop crying the last couple of minutes we had together. Only figures I have to spend it not only sobbing, but looking like shit on top of that.

I pulled back and wiped at my eyes, "I got your jacket wet."

He smiled softly and shrugged, "That's alright…that's the last of my worries."

I looked at the blue and grey Shermer jacket; it had his newest State Champion patch sewed onto the arm and was unbuttoned, "Why are you so over dressed anyways?"

He readjusted his shoulder bag and grinned, "It's only in the low 60's where I'm going."

I nodded and smiled, "So this is it, huh?"

He nodded, "Yeah this is it…but only for the time being. I'll be back…I'll hunt you down if that's what it takes to see ya again."

I smiled through the slow stream of tears, "You better, or you'll be feeling my wrath."

He smiled and bent his head down, "You say it like it's a bad thing." His lips crashed onto mine in a deep passionate rhythm; they always say your first kiss is the sweetest but I think your last one is. In those few moments every little memory of him seemed to crash into my mind; the first time I seen him in detention; walking down the hall with me to get cokes from the vending machine; confessing his angst to all of us sitting in the library; the first time we kissed; the first time I met back up with him at school; the first time he said he loved me; the first time we made love; prom; last night, and now. It was all so bittersweet.

He pulled back and caressed my cheek, he opened up his mouth to say something but was interrupted, "Flight 706 to Vancouver now boarding; flight 706 to Vancouver now boarding."

I swallowed hard and he gave me another kiss, "You take care of yourself, okay? And don't you worry about me…I'll call you next weekend."

I felt the others come up behind me as I nodded; "Don't forget about me, okay?"

"Never," He looked back to the others, "You guys take care." They all mumbled their own good byes quietly. He turned to walk away with a wave and my heart sunk.

"Andy!" I called before I could stop myself.

He raised his eyebrows and fully turned around, "Yeah?"

I ran up to him one more time and crashed my mouth onto his. I pulled away, "I love you."

He smiled softly, "I love you too."

I smiled brightly and with one swipe snatched the State Championship patch off of his left arm.

He gave me a knowing smile, "Goodbye."

I shook my head, "No, good bye is forever." I gave him a wave and watched as he turned away and headed down the terminal. He stopped to say good bye to his family and then with one last glance walked out of the airport and into his new life.

I turned around once I couldn't see him anymore and saw the sad faces of my friends. "Are you okay?" Claire asked me, dabbing her eyes.

I watched the boarding plane through the window and turned back to her, "Yeah, I'll be okay."

She nodded her head, "So where do we go from here?"

I looked at the others expectantly; Bender piped up, "All I know is that I am fucking starving and I need a joint."

Claire and Brian nodded approvingly; I shrugged my shoulders, "Well, then what the hell are we waiting for?"

We turned and left through the glass doors; the sun was still beaming brightly, the wind was still slow and young, and the temperature was perfect. Somehow now everything felt a little bit better. The heat radiated on my face and the sky was tauntingly blue; I love it.

I fingered the thick piece of fabric with my fingers and traced the outline of 'champion'. I turned back to the airport one last time and watched as an Air Canada jumbo jet raced down the run way and through the air. My first love and my best friend was gone.

Who would have thought eight months ago that I would be standing here anyways? All it took was one detention to change everything. I have had enough drama in the last few months to last me a life time, but I wouldn't trade it back for the world. The chaos was the most amazing and memorable thing in my life.

I guess that's just life through the eyes of the basket case.

The End.