Chapter two
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It's the last day. I get up early and pack my things. I sit down at breakfast, and spot Kann at the table on the other side of the room. He looks like he's having a fun conversation. I focus on my plate and start eating. Tiredness thugs at my mind. Most of all I would just want to fall asleep again.
Then the headache comes. Everyone is doing activities. But I just curl up in a chair and sleep. When I awaken, it's already noon. Time to wrap up together.
I stand next to Kann.
"You disappeared last night" I say to him without thinking.
"I know," he says, " I'm sorry about that. I didn't get to see you dance."
I blush, but still answer back: " I think that's for the best."
And with that camp is over.
I go back home, after taking a walk on the beach with my dad, who came to pick me up.
Tuesday. The first real day of school.
The days flow by. During lunch we enjoy the sunshine and the warm temperature. Soaking up the sunlight, I feel a calmness come over me. Tomorrow. Tomorrow I'm gonna end this relationship that keeps me locked up and makes me so tired and unhappy.
The day continues as normal. Wednesday flies by. Now the time has come. I take the train. I step in his car and turn off my emotions. I talk to him. I explain every reason why we will never work out. He gets mad. He blames me, says I'm ungrateful, that I'm never gonna find a boy like him. I'm done. I get mad. He never listened to my emotions, never considered what I wanted. I'm so done with him. I leave. I'm not planning on ever coming back.
The next morning I wake up feeling s**t. I can't be alone right now so I take the first train and go home. With every kilometer that separates me from him, I feel lighter.
Days pass. I go back to school on Tuesday.
Feeling refreshed.
The lessons are interesting and a lot of fun. But I look forward to the end of the day so I can enjoy the afternoon sun. Between the lessons I go looking for my friend group but I can’t find anybody. Sitting in the common room are two of my classmates. I decide to join them and stay inside for a little longer.. They’re talking about school stuff and I start to drift off when someone comes walking towards us. My heart flutters in my chest when I recognise the ginger hair. It’s Kann, who I haven’t seen since camp.
He walks towards us with an energetic pace and almost immediately starts talking.
“Hey! How are you guys?” Klara and Annabelle start talking to him enthusiastically. I stay silent while they listen to the music playing on his headphones and start discussing a festival they want to go to. I wonder if I would like the music he listens to.
“Hey, you should join the student club I’m in,” he says to me.
“Why would I do that?”
“Because it’s the best”
“Nah I don’t think so.” His eyes sparkle as I go against what he’s saying.
“We have to go to our lesson.” Klara says.
“Oh yeah, i’ll be right there” With that said I start heading to the doorway but I linger a bit.
“Your hair…” Kann says. My hair? I almost forgot I dyed it red last week.
“Oh yeah, I tried something new.”
“It suits you well.”
“Thanks! See you later”. I could bet I’m blushing as I walk towards my lesson.
He just said it because he’s friendly. Or maybe he likes me? Or finds me interesting? Ugh my brain is killing me. I don’t even know him that well. Why am I thinking like this?
I put the thoughts aside and focus on my drawing lesson. After school I walk home while enjoying the warmth of the sun on my face.
Alone in my room, I wonder what would happen if I'd ask for Kann’s number. I like him as a friend, but other people may think something about it. So if I want to ask him, I should do it when there’s no one around. A friend, yes. That’s all it is, friendship. He is friendly with everyone, why would he like me?
All in all I am a pretty average girl. Blue eyes and middle length hair which is now red, but naturally is a dark blonde. I’m rather long and slim, with my boobs,about a handful each, and ass giving just the right amount of curves. The freckles around and on my nose make me look younger than I really am. Although I don’t look bad it’s not like I stand out.
No, we will most likely just become friends.
But why does that thought make me a little sad?
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