That “GUY” who said he cared; he doesn’t.
By Sienna
What do you say when you move on from someone? How do you describe that feeling? I never thought it would happen to me, but yet here I am writing about it. They say that the power of love is strong and powerful, but I disagree. The power of moving on is stronger. You can disagree with me if you want, but you’re wrong. The way I know this is the events that happened on November 16th. On the 16th this feeling creeped into me, it found its home in my heart, driving my love away. Clearing the fog that was once there. Too understand this you need to know a story. A story that started on September 7th. The day I met him. The day I met Noah.
September 9th, 2024,
Magnolia Edge
“Good morning 8th grader, good morning!” I do not need to have someone yell to wake me up.
It’s the first day of the last year in middle school. Who wouldn’t be awake already? Who actually got any sleep? I lay in bed, making a list in my head of how I’m going to get through the day. Luckily, no real work starts until the second week. I’ve noticed a pattern of how long we get until we do real work when we start school. Sixth graders don’t get real work until the third week. Seventh graders don’t get work until a week and a half. Which means eighth graders won’t get work until next Monday. I try to calm myself. I’ve been going to Mag since sixth grade. I have my friends; I know the teachers. I don’t have anything to stress about. Well… let me rephrase that. I need to worry about new students. The new World History teacher. And of course, how my friends have changed in the last two months. I wait in my bed until my clock hits exactly 7:30. Not one second later, not one second earlier. As I get up out of bed, I see the sun. its gold colors make the snow on the mountains look this purple-orange color. It is going to be a sunny day. Not a cloud in the sky. At least not in the physical sky. There are many clouds in my mental sky. but even then, I try to blow them away. I put on a pair of jeans and a white top. I give my hair a quick brush trying not to undo the curls my mom did last night (it took forever). My hair is unique. I have this pretty Auburn color, they match the freckles on my face, My eyes are part green but part hazel, Tan skin from spending a month with my grandparents in Italy. I have fall features, which explains why its my favorite season. I run down the stair from my room to our kitchen. My family lives in a modest home, a two-room house with a small backyard. Upstairs is just what is supposed to be an attic but is my bedroom. It has more space than people think though. As I get downstairs I can already here the stove and the toaster. My Mom made me my favorite, an egg sandwich with cream cheese. I sit down, grabbing a fork and placemat. My mother walks up to me leaning in over the counter, a smile on her face. “So, are you exited for your first day?” I smile, because somehow my mother has always stayed positive even when things got hard, even when my dad left. “can’t wait to see what is going to be the biggest trend this year!” We both laugh. Every year there is a trend in school and every year I always find a way to complain about it. Sixth grade was Mascara. Seventh grade was SpongeBob, which was horrible when you are trying to focus on a math test, and the entire class is singing the theme song. My mother
grabs the eggs from the pan and puts them on a piece of bread covered with cream cheese. “Well maybe this year it will be Squidward.” I laugh. These were the kind of memories we worked keep. I quickly eat the sandwich and rush to my room to get ready. I brush my teeth and fix my hair. I run downstairs and get my shoes on. My mom comes and gives me a hug. “You have not a thing to worry about. They’ll see who you are and love you.” She sighs. I smile back at her. I know she’s worried. I know she’s going through a lot, and I’m going to do what it takes to make sure she doesn’t have to worry about me. I step outside, my fingers already start to numb to the cold, the air feels fresh and crisp, it cools me down enough to stop me from sweating. The trees are all sorts of colors. While people think of fall as a red orange yellow color, I see it as red and brown. The colors are beautiful, something you would see in a movie. The school bus pulls up. I take a deep breath and get inside. I look back to see my mother, her face wears a smile, mostly to cover her worry. I find a seat near the middle of the bus and take the window. I don’t have any friends who take the bus, almost all of them have enough time to drive. I look outside, looking at the houses on my street, though I’ve already seen them a hundred times. I wouldn’t say my school is far from here, but not a walkable distance. The bus is pretty clean for being school bus, sure theirs still that smell of sweat and heat, but its not dirty (mostly because the boys in our grade drive). As I get to Bethany St, I know my school is right on the corner. We pull up and the bus piles out. I step out to the familiar sight of me school. I go to Magnolia Edge. But everyone just calls it Mag. It’s an old building that will probably need remodeling in the next 10 years, but I’ll be in college by then. It’s pretty big and I barely have classes with any of my friends, which means for me socializing. As I walk up to the gates, I see kids running around and talking, parents taking pictures, I was so distracted by this that I ran into someone, we both fell. Embarrassment quickly filled me. “Oh my god I am so sorry!” I quickly get up. “No, I wasn’t paying attention.” I look down to see a guy, who I’ve never seen before. he looks like an 8th grader, but I have never seen him “Ok well, I’m so sorry about that… um hope you have a good first day?” I say, wishing I could just get out of here. “Yeah, you too” I walk away in a hurry before anyone else can see what happened. I didn’t know but I just met Noah. I didn’t know that he would haunt me for months. I could never know that this would be the guy who would ruin my life.
