The world around Angie just seemed to crash down upon her

Sorry, this chapter isn’t really that funny, but sadder…. And kind of… you know. This also has to do with what Gem said in Chapter 15, and how it looked like she was hiding something, and why Angie was upset with Freddy and Chloe. It took me awhile to actually decide if I was going to put it up. And I just put two chapters I was working on in one.

Angie sat on the hard floor of her bedroom, staring at the dust-covered and dirty, black carpet, wondering why everything seemed to happen to her. It didn’t seem to her like one of those fake teenage depressions, like one of her friends said it was. She even explained everything to her friend, but she never understood. She never understood, and she hurt her like no one else had ever done before. Twice.

I haven’t seen them in a long time, she thought. She looked up at the door, expecting them to march in. Nothing happened. She stared back at the floor, her eyes red, and filled to the rim with tears. Why…Why did I have to be stupid…? Why did they have to be as stupid as me… Why is everyone…leaving me?

(She wasn’t referring to Freddy, Michael, and Jason when she said they.)

Angie looked up again, waiting for the door to burst open and for them to come in, maybe to make her happier, like they always did. Whether or not they were like the last time they saw her, when they were fighting at Gem’s house, or if they were teasing her. They always managed to, somehow.

Gem… Angie looked up at the picture of herself and Gem. She thought back to when they first met, in first grade, then the fun times in third grade, and sledding. The fourth grade plays and the fifth grade memories. Their first year in middle school, and the beginning of seventh grade. Only the beginning. Only the first three months. That’s when she crashed.

One friend, who I trusted and cared for, loved, and she always loved me, complimenting me making me feel like someone, that one friend cutting herself, choking herself, hurting herself, while talking on the phone with me, the sleepless nights filled with worry and drowning in tears. Giving me notes, “I deserve to die.” Never realizing what she was putting her friends through. Until she ‘realized.’ She has no clue. I was so sad. Never felt happiness. I asked her to go to the guidance counselor for me. I needed it. Going once, she wasn’t there, never tried to help. Then getting mad at me, for no reasons, changing, turning into a prep, and wearing make-up. Meeting new people, Kalee, who wanted help from the Guidance Counselor. She went for her. She cared about her. She only knew her for a week. Now, calls me stupid… never even tries to pretend to care. I care. I never laugh at her pain. For one weekend, I had a boyfriend, I was so happy. But we barely new each other, and now we’re friends. When I told her he broke up with me, she just laughed. Then she makes fun of me because she gets higher grades. Never gives me respect. I showed that I would never make fun of her when something bad happened, yet, she’s still a complete idiot and jerk about it. She never cared! She never will! She wouldn’t care if I committed suicide, like she tried to!

“SHE WOULDN’ CARE IF I WAS DEAD!” Angie cried out as she slammed a fist against the floor and dug her face into a pillow.

And Gem! My best friend! The only one who cares! The only one who ever cares! She‘s moving. It hit me like a truck when she told me. I can’t take it anymore! Everything! Justin, in Iraq. I could never see my big brother again! Then he got the divorce! And Josh is in New York City! I miss them both! So much! And the drug problems… Damien died… Losing all my friends… Being ignored by other students…

Angie looked up from the wet pillow at the door. No one. She dried her face and she lay down on her bed. Angie looked over at her nightstand to see what time it was. 7:54, she sighed. They’re never going to come back. She looked at the door. No movement whatsoever. They could hate me… Or I’m just a nerdy 13-year-old that no one wants to be around…

Angie sat back up, looked at the door one more time, then got up and grabbed her green hoodie. I’ll just take a walk…Maybe I can think for a bit…

It wasn’t too chilly out, but it was still kind of cold. She had 10, so she could stop by the gas station up ahead and get a drink. She suddenly felt like she was being watched. Angie spun around to see if they were there. Nothing or no one. She turned back around and kept walking on.

She noticed a car that pulled up beside her and for a moment thought it was following her. She started walking faster, but then noticed the car turned onto the next street. Angie walked at a normal pace again. Finally, she got to the store, and got a Dr. Pepper. After thanking the cashier, she headed a slightly different way towards home.

It was unnoticeable to her how dead the streets were. Once in awhile, a car would go by, but that would be all. Angie suddenly had the feeling that someone was watching, or following her, again. No one was around though, and she started walking on-

Someone grabbed her shoulder and she jumped and gasped.

“God, Fred-“She looked at their face. They still had a really tight grip on her shoulder when she realized:

It wasn’t Freddy, Michael, or Jason.