The End is Approaching [PAUSED]
Seven - Forgive; Forget
*Destiny’s POV*
In. Out. In. Out. Just take deep breaths. Just breathe, Destiny. It’s not that hard, you’ve been doing it your whole life. Just a while longer, and then no more. In. Out. In. Out.
“Destiny?” Mum says to me, putting her hand in mine. I look at her, with a small smile.
“You’ll be alright, Baby girl.” Mum assures me, “Just – just promise me you’ll ignore them. Ignore all your old friends. I don’t want you to draw too much attention to yourself.”
“Oh Momma, you know that’s exactly what’s going to happen, whether I like it or not.” I reply, “But, I’ll try, don’t worry.”
“I love you, baby,” Mum says to me, as she tugs a lock of my short hair behind my ear.
“I love you, too, Momma.” I smile back, as I jump out of her car.
The wind whips around me, causing my hair to fly in every direction. I try to grab hold of it, tucking it behind my ears, but several strands insist on falling in front of my face. Keeping my head down, I made sure my sweatshirt hasn’t rolled up on my arms.
Ignoring all the whispering happening around me, I power through the crowd of teenagers. Apparently rumours spread like wild fire in this town, but obviously, it's all the wrong suggestions.
Knowing everything that the kids were say was so completely off, I blocked off everyone and tried to get to the first period. I already missed three weeks of school, I’m probably so far behind already. But I almost don’t care.
I tried to tug another piece of my hair behind my ear, as I looked up.
Harry. June. Louis.
Damn it. It’s been more than two months. Nausea still swirled unrestrained in my empty stomach. My head swam with half-formed regrets.
Who’s that girl next to Harry? Must be a new girlfriend. Nice. At least he’s happy.
“She’s so pretty!” I heard the brown-haired girl squeal, a little too loudly.
Her hair was a lovely whisky, the colour of fallen leaves browned and sleek with the first rain of autumn. How such a tint could play with the light, like peering at the sun through a jar of pine honey. Her hair was a lovely whisky, the colour of fallen leaves browned and sleek with the first rain of autumn. How such a tint could play with the light, like peering at the sun through a jar of pine honey. I hope she’s as nice as she is pretty.
I let out a mental sigh, thinking how of happy Harry must be with her. This is what you wanted, Destiny. Forget about it. Move on. Look at the time! You have classes to go to!
Not caring to look at my former friends any longer, I pushed passed them and made my way to my first class.
In. Out. In. Out. Just take deep breaths. Just breathe, Destiny. It’s not that hard, you’ve been doing it your whole life. Just a while longer, and then no more. In. Out. In. Out.
“Destiny?” Mum says to me, putting her hand in mine. I look at her, with a small smile.
“You’ll be alright, Baby girl.” Mum assures me, “Just – just promise me you’ll ignore them. Ignore all your old friends. I don’t want you to draw too much attention to yourself.”
“Oh Momma, you know that’s exactly what’s going to happen, whether I like it or not.” I reply, “But, I’ll try, don’t worry.”
“I love you, baby,” Mum says to me, as she tugs a lock of my short hair behind my ear.
“I love you, too, Momma.” I smile back, as I jump out of her car.
The wind whips around me, causing my hair to fly in every direction. I try to grab hold of it, tucking it behind my ears, but several strands insist on falling in front of my face. Keeping my head down, I made sure my sweatshirt hasn’t rolled up on my arms.
Ignoring all the whispering happening around me, I power through the crowd of teenagers. Apparently rumours spread like wild fire in this town, but obviously, it's all the wrong suggestions.
Knowing everything that the kids were say was so completely off, I blocked off everyone and tried to get to the first period. I already missed three weeks of school, I’m probably so far behind already. But I almost don’t care.
I tried to tug another piece of my hair behind my ear, as I looked up.
Harry. June. Louis.
Damn it. It’s been more than two months. Nausea still swirled unrestrained in my empty stomach. My head swam with half-formed regrets.
Who’s that girl next to Harry? Must be a new girlfriend. Nice. At least he’s happy.
“She’s so pretty!” I heard the brown-haired girl squeal, a little too loudly.
Her hair was a lovely whisky, the colour of fallen leaves browned and sleek with the first rain of autumn. How such a tint could play with the light, like peering at the sun through a jar of pine honey. Her hair was a lovely whisky, the colour of fallen leaves browned and sleek with the first rain of autumn. How such a tint could play with the light, like peering at the sun through a jar of pine honey. I hope she’s as nice as she is pretty.
I let out a mental sigh, thinking how of happy Harry must be with her. This is what you wanted, Destiny. Forget about it. Move on. Look at the time! You have classes to go to!
Not caring to look at my former friends any longer, I pushed passed them and made my way to my first class.
Notes
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4/6/18