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Two weeks have now passed. I woke up before my alarm goes off and I am terribly concerned about everything. Me and Abby and I have become very close friends and we do a lot of things together. School is doing very well. I recently got some grades back and I am an average of eight. My mother is very proud of me, she informed me via text message. Unfortunately I haven't seen Ethan since. Not at school or after school. The last time I saw Ethan, he said, "I'll see you again." But that has not happened anymore. With every marketing lesson I was waiting with healthy excitement for him to walk through the door with his beautiful full hair that I want to toss through and his beautifully decorated neck with tattoos. The first day he didn't show up I thought it was a one-off. But I haven't seen him for two weeks now. I'll think it's very cowardly of him if he's been playing truant for two weeks, but he's the type for it. At school and in the dorm, it was also very quiet and empty for the past two weeks, or it seemed that way because I missed Ethan very much. Every day the loss got worse, but at some point it turned around. I thought less and less about him, he disappeared from my mind a little bit more every day. I've agreed with myself to forget about him. Out of sight, out of mind, my mother always says. Abby said it wouldn't be long, the crush, but I didn't know it would be over so soon. Sometimes I think I'll never see Ethan again. Then I get pain in my chest and a crazy feeling in my stomach. But it might be even better, if I'd run into Ethan every day, I wouldn't have been an average of eight now. Then perhaps more than just a conversation would have happened and I would be far too distracted and could not concentrate properly.
I look at my alarm clock and startle. It's already ten o'clock! School has long started. I forgot to set the alarm because of the hectic pace. I jump out of bed, get dressed quickly and run up the hall.