Courtney

Well, its finally February vacation (thank God). I think we all needed a break.

I’m going on a cruise, so I’ll have no contact with any of my friends the whole week. Its going to be hard, but I heard cruises keep you busy. It’ll be my first one.

When Mackenzie went on a cruise over the summer, she told me every little detail. I was sick of hearing her stories, but I’d probably make my own stories on this vacation.

The cruise is out of Boston, and it docks in Bermuda for a few days. I’m really excited to get out of cold Hadley.

Speaking of Mackenzie, she and I haven’t talked in a while. I’m starting to get sick of this drama, and just make up with her. But I’m always the one to apologize, so not this time. If she doesn’t want to be my friend and say sorry first, fine.

Honestly, I don’t even know what I would say sorry for or what she would. Its been too long to remember why we were fighting. I just don’t really like her.

I do miss her, though. We might not have gotten along very well, but I have still known her since second grade. We tell each other everything. Or we used to.

There’s really nothing left of our friendship.

Enough about Mackenzie. Andrew has been avoiding me, probably because he thinks I’ll try to “talk” to him. I don’t know why he’s so scared of me.

He’s really a douche bag, and I’m pissed at him. I don’t even bother venting to any of my friends this time. They’ve heard it all before.

Note: The picture of the girl is Katie. Angela

Well, its official. Mike’s moving back to Canada. But I’m not going to miss that faggot.

Its an interesting story, actually.

A Junior girl named Katie came up to me the Friday before vacation. I had seen her before; long black hair, very pretty. But why would she be talking to a little Freshman?

“Hey, are you Angela?” she asked me. I said yes, then she asked me a few normal questions.

“You’re friends with Mike Baxter, right?” she was confused.

“Yeah… he’s my boyfriend.” when I said that, her eyes widened. Then she burst out laughing.

“Wait, you’re joking, right?” she didn’t seem to believe me at all.

“Uh, yeah. Why is that funny?”

“Oh my gosh, you’re serious. Oh my… no.” her smiled turned into anger quickly.

“Huh?” now I was the confused one.

“Wait, did you guys like, break up recently?” Katie asked, now looking like she was about to cry.

“No… we’re still together right now,” I said as if it was a question.

“THAT BASTARD! He was dating me the same time as you! We started going out three weeks ago! What the hell!” my heart dropped. Its beating drowned out the sound of Katie babbling on and on.

I didn’t even say a word. I just walked away. But I don’t think Katie noticed, she was still too busy rambling.

When I entered my room, I called Mike, but there was no answer. I left a very loud message on how I know about Katie, and we’re over. I screamed after I hung up the phone.

I got so mad, I couldn’t control myself. I threw my phone harder than I have ever thrown anything. It reached my mirror, and shattered a small section of it, along with the screen of my phone. It felt good to get all my anger out.

Just then, my phone rang. It was Mike. My heart pounded as I answered the phone.

“What was that message all about?” he asked, trying to act clueless.

“Don’t give me that crap. You know what it was about. I said we’re over. OVER.”

“Whatever, bitch. I’m moving back to Toronto anyways, I don’t need either of you. So go fuck yourself. Kay bye.” and with that, he hung up.

The phone was still up to my ear, I was stunned. That didn’t seem like Mike. Not at all.

I sat in my room that whole night and cried myself to sleep.