There’s was only a few more days left till school let out. 4 to be exact, by the time Friday came rolling around I would be home free. I wouldn’t have to walk the steps of King High for another three months. There was a god. However due to my lack in listening skills Friday also meant the end of school beach party that I willingly agreed to go to. Why me?

Life went on like I knew it would after our encounter. She pretended like it didn’t happen and carried on per usual, and I of course wallowed for the next 5 days afterwards. I barely talked to anyone around me those following days and both Aiden and Kayla took notice.

“Ash, it’s not that big of a deal. If you wanted to you could go up and talk to her.” Kyla tried to reason. I had told her the whole story, and she of course had her opinion of the situation.

“Easier said than done Ky, she hates me. You know what she said that day and you know that it could never be as easy as just walking up and starting a conversation. Spencer can hold a grudge and this one is well deserved.” I replied trying to get my highly correct point across.

“You’ll never know until you try Ashley and you haven’t tried at all. You guys haven’t said ten words to each other since than, and I know for a fact you’re not the only one miserable.” She stated peeking my curiosity. I know Kyla and Spencer remained friends throughout all this but I had no idea to what extent. I was just surprised at my own ability to not lose Kyla during all this. But amazingly she had stuck with me through all my ups and especially my downs. She told me a couple days after the shooting that I was right when I said having a sister was permanent, even when they do some stupid shit. And she never faltered once, she was always a constant.

“She’s miserable too? How do you know? She doesn’t look it. Did she say something? Do you know something I should know? Does she want me to talk to her?” I immediately sat up and rambled trying to get all my questions answered.