the day has come.
I woke up to a voice mail stating he was leaving Sunday. I never got an instant stomachache that fast in my life. So I canceled my plans for today. I was to babysit, and clean the house, read all day for AP english. None of that happened. By the time I got things together... I went there about 1. It left weird, knowing that this was the last time I would walk to his house, thinking of all the insane time we have had. I moved some boxes, helped back more. Jasmine got hit by a car. I think she will be ok, her leg is just sore. He is really worried about her. My present came soon after. I hope he liked it. We all went out for ice cream at the custer spot, then traveled to the Antique show. I love swings- it helped. Came home, and more time came for him and I just to talk as we always do. Make joke, be stupid, hit each other. Dinner was classic breakfast. Frisbee and Soccer took place, along with cleaning my finger nails. Moments like that forever play in my mind. Despite the spider. Coach Carter, talk about being awkward. With a simple wave the night ended. My last night. Church in the morning with him. Our last goodbyes will follow.