Kendall is back. Just before lunch today, I'm putting my Algebra into my locker and getting my Biology (I always drop off my books in my biology before I go to lunch.) junk when I realize that some is leaning on the locker to the right of mine. I look up and see her in her black shirt and jeans.

I freaked and she seemed very happy to be back. We begin to catch up on everything. Lacey's pregnancy (the first girl to get pregnant this year), the swing dance, birthdays, and anything else we could think of. Suddenly she brings up her sister.

She was raped over the holidays.

However,even with Kendall coming back, I still thought about him, and I've brought myself to a decision. I've given up. I know he'll never love me again, so why not just give up? It causes less pain on my part (Or so I think. The more I dwell on it, the less true it's become.), and way less annoyance for him.

You hear that you selfish bastard?! I've given up on you! I don't want to be a part of your life! Are you happy?! I hope so, because I DID IT ALL FOR YOU.