Keep Me Guessing
New Life
Stop being so pathetic, I re-read the text message my, supposed, best friend sent me as a reply to my reminder text: today is the day I'm leaving. Well, actually, that was a reply to the reply of the reminder text. I will admit that I am being kind of pathetic to run away from my problems as though that will actually solve anything, it's okay, though. I brought this attitude of hers upon myself. I shouldn't have expected her to understand because, let's face it, she has never had her heart broken, nor has she ever had to deal with bullies acting toward her. The closest she's come to that, is her being around as they've targeted me, but we're out of high school now. I'm going off to college, and I'm not going to allow them to effect me any longer. She may think I'm being pathetic, but I'm leaving to get stronger; this is my chance to grow as a person, and be who I want to be. I'm not going to pass that up, and I'm not going to let her words bother me. If she were a real friend, she'd support me. Chelsea isn't like that, though, the only thing she's supported about me is my fashion sense. She completely adored the fact that we're the same size, and me being the nice person I am, I allowed her to wear my clothes.
I shake my head, and sigh. I never should have expected anything more from her, but that doesn't stop it from hurting. I admit that there aren't many people around who dress the way I do, so according to most, I deserve what happens to me. If I dressed like a normal male then maybe I wouldn't have been targeted so much, but I disagree. Some days I would rather dress up all pretty, and I don't understand how that's anyone's business save for my own. Ugh, I need to focus on something else. If I keep on this topic, I'll leave angry, and I would rather stay in a good mood.
I unlock my phone, and send a quick reply to Chelsea:Thanks for pretending to care., before I take one last look around the house I've called home the last eighteen years of my life. With a smile on my face, I walk out of my parent's house ready to take on the world. Now I only have a three hour drive ahead of me before I can start a new life on my own.
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The clock struck six just before I pulled up to my the building that holds my new home. Thankfully all my things were sent up yesterday while Grammy introduced me to my apartment for the first time. The apartment itself is a gift from my grandparents. It's their way of supporting me, and showing me they're proud of me. Neither of my grandparents, nor my parents have gone to college of any sort. Actually, neither of my grandparents had even finished high school, so to them, this is a big deal.
I smile to myself as I get out of my car and make my way into the building. This is really it, I think, hitting the correct floor number on the elevator, I'm really on my own now. And as excited as I am to be away from the Hell I've called home for the past eighteen years, I'm more nervous about being alone in a new place than I let on. Okay, yeah, for, at least, fourteen hours out of most days I won't even be home to feel the loneliness, but I know, I'll know it's there. At least at with my parents, no matter how much they disapproved of, well, me, I was never alone. Someone was always around, and now I'm three hours from everyone. I know it's not really that far considering there could be countries between us, but, let's face it, I would never be able to make it abroad. At least, not for studies. Maybe vacation, that would be pretty cool.
With my teeth between my lip, I step out of the elevator to make my way down the hall to my new home. After unlocking the door, I hesitate before actually opening it to step inside because, well, doing so will make all this real, and honestly, I'm not sure if I'm fully ready for all of this to become real. When it was all just a dream with me wishing to be away from the teasing and taunting of high school, gone away to college to farther my education so that one day I'll have some amazing job, and hopefully an amazing guy by my side. Yeah, I can deal with this all as a dream, but reality? It's too strange, too new. I'm not so sure I can handle it.
But I have to, and that's the only reason I find myself stepping through the thresh hold to make myself comfortable in my new apartment. This is only the beginning of my whole new life. I may not be ready, but I'm a fighter; I'll tackle whatever life throws at me.
I shake my head, and sigh. I never should have expected anything more from her, but that doesn't stop it from hurting. I admit that there aren't many people around who dress the way I do, so according to most, I deserve what happens to me. If I dressed like a normal male then maybe I wouldn't have been targeted so much, but I disagree. Some days I would rather dress up all pretty, and I don't understand how that's anyone's business save for my own. Ugh, I need to focus on something else. If I keep on this topic, I'll leave angry, and I would rather stay in a good mood.
I unlock my phone, and send a quick reply to Chelsea:Thanks for pretending to care., before I take one last look around the house I've called home the last eighteen years of my life. With a smile on my face, I walk out of my parent's house ready to take on the world. Now I only have a three hour drive ahead of me before I can start a new life on my own.
-♥-♥-♥-
The clock struck six just before I pulled up to my the building that holds my new home. Thankfully all my things were sent up yesterday while Grammy introduced me to my apartment for the first time. The apartment itself is a gift from my grandparents. It's their way of supporting me, and showing me they're proud of me. Neither of my grandparents, nor my parents have gone to college of any sort. Actually, neither of my grandparents had even finished high school, so to them, this is a big deal.
I smile to myself as I get out of my car and make my way into the building. This is really it, I think, hitting the correct floor number on the elevator, I'm really on my own now. And as excited as I am to be away from the Hell I've called home for the past eighteen years, I'm more nervous about being alone in a new place than I let on. Okay, yeah, for, at least, fourteen hours out of most days I won't even be home to feel the loneliness, but I know, I'll know it's there. At least at with my parents, no matter how much they disapproved of, well, me, I was never alone. Someone was always around, and now I'm three hours from everyone. I know it's not really that far considering there could be countries between us, but, let's face it, I would never be able to make it abroad. At least, not for studies. Maybe vacation, that would be pretty cool.
With my teeth between my lip, I step out of the elevator to make my way down the hall to my new home. After unlocking the door, I hesitate before actually opening it to step inside because, well, doing so will make all this real, and honestly, I'm not sure if I'm fully ready for all of this to become real. When it was all just a dream with me wishing to be away from the teasing and taunting of high school, gone away to college to farther my education so that one day I'll have some amazing job, and hopefully an amazing guy by my side. Yeah, I can deal with this all as a dream, but reality? It's too strange, too new. I'm not so sure I can handle it.
But I have to, and that's the only reason I find myself stepping through the thresh hold to make myself comfortable in my new apartment. This is only the beginning of my whole new life. I may not be ready, but I'm a fighter; I'll tackle whatever life throws at me.
Notes
This will be written in Zeke's point of view, but Alex's may be thrown in there here and there to shake things up a bit. I'm sorry this has started out so slow, it's mainly just to give you a bit insight into Zeke.Thanks bunches for reading<3
10/15/13