Heyyy! This is chapter 13...

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I Cry

I groan as I struggle through pages of Math homework, my books lit dimly with my dull desk-light.

I close my book and shove it back in my old Kate Spade bag that I found in the attic. I call it vintage, though some people would call it 'so last year'.

I turn around on my swivel chair and study the mess I call my bedroom. Clothes, take-away pizza boxes, shoes, green and brown alcohol bottles and random torn up test papers are strewn across the barely visible floor.

I sigh and take a look at the clock. 00:03. I'll clean my room, take a shower and probably watch a movie before bed. I never really bother to get to class early or even on time anymore, so going to bed late doesn't really faze me.

I open my wardrobe and study the mess. I pull clothes off the hangers and toss them on to the floor, scheduling a last-minute clearout.

I toss jeans which are too small for me and sweaters which are getting holes in them in to one pile and clothes that I'm keeping in to another, all the while taking swigs from a can of beer. I hear my Dad trudge up the stairs from his office and quickly shove my beer under a couple of pairs of jeans.

"Massie, go to bed then afterwards, it's getting really late."

I carry on tossing clothes out and mumble, "yeah whatever Dad. See you in the morning."

I guess I kinda feel sorry for Dad. He works from morning till night, earning way more money than we need between just us two.

I clear out my whole closet, and am just about to shove clothes for charity in to a roll of bin-bags, when I come across a small cardboard box at the back of my wardrobe. The breath catches in my throat. My hand shakes and I tremble as I carefully pull it out. I haven't looked in this box for over six months.

I prise off the tape on the flaps, remembering the day I vowed never to open this box again. I pull open the cardboard flaps and cautiously pull out the objects one by one.

Strips of silly photos of Kristen, Dylan and I, taken from the photo-booth at the mall.

The best friend key-ring Dylan gave me.

The perfume samples Josh used to toss me which came whenever he got a new Ralph Lauren aftershave.

The cute but cheesy bear holding a heart, that Derrick won for me at the fair.

Kemp's macaroni and cheese recipe in his messy scrawl, written on the back of a Juniors take-out menu.

Plovert's Chemistry notes which helped me pass like all of my exams.

I've kept everything.

I look at all these things, plain, random objects to some people, but valuable sentiments of my old life.

The one I'd left behind.

Then at the bottom of the box, I pull out a golden-blond wig, long tendrils fall through my fingers. I remember the one and only night I wore it, and drop it suddenly as I collapse down on my floor and cry, and cry, and cry.

I cry for Dylan.

I cry for Derrick.

I cry for all my old friends.

I cry for all the mistakes I ever made.

I cry for people like Olivia, who probably will never know why I am so stand-offish.

And I cry for my Mom.

When I'm all out of tears I fiercely shove everything back in the box and push it to the back of my closet again. I severely rub my tears away, furious at myself for showing weakness and remorse.

I quickly hang the rest of my clothes up and then crawl under the covers of my bed, switching off my lamp, but keeping my eyes open, tears reluctantly trickling down my cheeks.

That has been the first time I have cried since after Mom died.

I've never cried about breaking up with my old friends until now.

I always felt so irritated with them, so stubborn about ever feeling that maybe, just maybe...

I missed them.