Remember Me. **Chapter 22** I got dressed and went to school.
I got dressed and went to school. I made sure to wear a shirt
that would show off my new tat. This is the last day I’m
attending this school… I arrive. I tell Ashley as soon as
I saw her. She actually started to cry a little. “You just
got back to Michigan! Now you have to leave again!” She
pleads. “And Jenni will have to go back to New York and I
don’t have Henry so who will I have!? No one!” She
cries. I felt so bad and I comforted her. Evan walks up to me.
“Want to skip and have some fun?” He smirks.
“No”, I say, “I’m leaving tomorrow
morning so I just want to say bye to everyone”. I explain
it all to him. He actually looked sad. I didn’t care that
much though; I really just wanted to talk to Jack. I finally spot
him at lunch time. I walk up to him and his friends.
“Ooooo” all his friends moan to tease him.
“Jack, can I talk to you privately please?” I ask
nicely. “Nice tat.” He replies. He gets up and walks
with me. “I’m moving” I blurt, wasting no time.
“To where?” He actually seemed to care. “My
grandpa Ron’s house in Montana.”
“My parents are kicking me out and Jenni will have to move
back to NY”
“Kicking you out?” He questions.
“Yeah… they um.. found out I smoke. And my tat and
“Why are you telling me this? Shouldn’t you talk to
“I did. I just wanted to tell you too, I guess. I
don’t care about Evan”
“And you care about me?”
“Yeah…. Yeah, I do.” I speak softly.
“A little late”
“Yeah, I know. That’s my fault. Along with everything
“Stop feeling sorry for yourself. Its just your
“Jack- my grandpa Ron is veteran war general. My curfew
will be 5 o’clock in the afternoon. I will have to wake up
at 4 every morning. I will not be allowed to wear any bottoms
shorter than knee-length no matter how hot the weather is. I will
have no life. I will not be able to do anything. My life is
over” I explain to him.
“It wont be that bad”
I laugh, “Yeah, sure..”
I finish out the school day and say goodbye to all my friends. I
go home and Jenni and I are both packing. She’s packing for
NY and I’m packing for Montana. My mother knocks on the
open door. “I’m sorry it came to this” She
says. “Yeah, me too.” I say. I finish packing and
both of our plane tickets are ready. I cried myself to
***Poor Jack and Sadie. And Jenni. And
Ashley. And Evan actually cared. Please don’t ask to be
notified, I no longer do them! Sorry. Fave if you’re
reading, Thanks! –lamusicaesmivida***