The weekend flew by pretty quickly.

Unlike my usual procrastinatory system of the weekend,  this time I decided to get some work done.

I barely left my room and I listened to music more.

It's not something that I want to do, but since Courtney is leaving , theres absolutely nothing I can do but try to get used to having no one.

Please, I'm not trying to sound sad or any of that negative shit. I just really have to get used to it.

And I have to say, shit. I dont know how the hell I ever lived without this chick.

Anyway, its bright and early Monday. I'm up and in my run down Dr Martin's, black Jean's and hoodie.  My raven hair is pulled to a bun and I'm out before Evelyn decides to wake up.

I have to give myself a pat or two on my damn back, I'm not late this time. And no Courtney to have me rushing out the house.

The school is not very far from my house, so the walk is not long either.

Within seven minutes I find myself pushing the school doors open.

I'm walking behind a group of the plastics. Yep, mean girls baby.

Michelle is currently maneuvering her flat ass infront of my face.

I'm not in  the best mood today and her walking slow and insisting on walking infront of me is really pissing me off.

It takes all the blood I have running in my veins not to push her and her friends out of my way.

I find my way to my locker. Finally after ten fucking years.

"Marcy?" A familiar voice says.

I dont respond. I just turn around silently.

She gasps before she masks it. I cant imagine how I look right now.

I havent had sleep this entire weekend. You could fit all your groceries in these eye bags that I'm spotting.

"You're here? At school? At this time?" She asks.

"Am I at school? Dang it, I knew I wasnt at the North Pole." I say, nonchalance lacing my voice.

Does it make me a horrible person that I want to loose every attachment that I have with Courtney before she leaves so that it doesnt hurt when she eventually leaves like everyone else did?

"What's stuck in your ass today?" She asks leading me to English.

"Nothing. " I mumble.

The only thing that's really going on in my mind is how I really am going to escape Elliot.

Courtney was the only excuse that I had. I mean I love her, she my best friend but she also helped me get out of the situation that I hated finding myself in.

Some dude that does Chemistry with Courts stops infront of her and starts talking to her.

I groan.

I dont like people. People are not my thing.

I get out of her grip and waltz to Mrs J's class.

I plop down on the seat parallel to the board.

Theres a queer feel in being the first one to be in here. At least now I'll be the one doing all the staring that everyone did to me.

My head falls onto my elbows and I rest my neck. I havent bitched out in three days, my head is heavy with all the bitching going on.

But I have to get by, Courtney will be gone by tonight. I have to adjust to this feeling.

Loud clicks of heels approach the class. A loud gasp rips through the owner's throat.

My head slowly plops up. A little bit and I see little cute toes.

Mrs J.

"Morning. " I grumble.

I hate staring. And she is doing it right now.

I'm a complicated person right?

"Marceline? As in Marceline Cooper?"

No shit Sherlock. It's actually Santa.

You know with all these Christmas references, youd think I actually like Christmas.

Before I can answer her, a pile of teenagers walk into the class.

Different kinds of perfumes and colognes now fill the once clear and fresh air.

Courtney walks in behind a girl with large bling hair.

"When did you get here?" She asks fixing my hair.

See that's the problem, Courtney's love language is touch. And I like it - if you tell anyone I'll deny ever saying this.

Class goes by quick and soon I find myself going back and forth with Courtney over something so small.

The urge to walk away is eating my ass off.

"Come on Marcy, please.  We'll just get Chick- Fil- A and ice cream from McDonald's if the machine is not broken. I promise it wont take long."

I reluctantly follow suit.

It took long.

We're currently sitting ontop of the roof of her car, enjoying the cold breeze of the evening.

The sun is setting and she's staring directly at it.

"Marcy, does it hurt you that I'm moving?" She asks suddenly.

"Like a bitch." I find myself sitting up, the truth comes out better when I'm up.

"You know I'll always visit you right? And I'll call you in the morning to make sure that you're ready for school. I'll help you pick outfits.

I'll even fill you in on the latest good reads. I'll never abandon you Marcy." She says .

"I know." Is all I can say.

Infact I dont.

I dont know that she'll never abandon me.

I dont even trust that she wont, a huge part of me is telling me that she's just saying that to make me feel better about myself.

She'll leave, they all do.

I'm surprised when my body is pulled to a bone crushing embrace.

I'm not a fan of hugs.

I'm not quite sure where to put my arms. She chuckles .

"That was our first hug. And it was so awkwardly cute." She says smiling.

I cant help but smile too.

"You have such a gorgeous smile. People need to see it more." She says.

"Now that's a way to turn me off. Anyway, let's get going. I have a houss to clean. Some of us arent moving to new cities tomorrow."

I tell her. She's first to jump off the roof, and I follow suit.

The drive home is filled with "remember when you..." mindless chatter.

"I remember the first time I met you. I walked into the school and everyone wanted to be the new girls friend.

After being homeschooled for so long I was excited to meet people. Unique people, everyone just didnt do it for me.

Until a little girl in a black dress bumped into me. I told her to apologise. And she said , I quote.

'I wouldnt hold my breath for that apology.' And I thought, wow she's cool." She says smiling.

And that's the last thing I remember from spending time with her.

For the last time ever.q