Conversations (next few paragraphs)

Out of breath, hurt, and tear filled, I watch him walk away. I love him, but sometimes I hate him so much. I can't stay here, I need to get away, to go somewhere nobody can hurt me. There is only one place in the world  I can think of. I know I can't go there now, it's five whole states away, but the next best place is right down the hall.

I run and run, ignoring the handful of teachers telling me to slow down. I have to get there, and fast. I turn on the sharp corners, almost bumping into the tiny little sixth and seventh graders that I tower over.

When I reach her room, the same wave of sadness that I felt on the last day of school that year comes back over me. I know that she is gone, but looking into the place where she once was makes me feel better.

I miss her, and school has never been the same without her. She is the reason for so many things.She was the reason I cried on the first day over summer, she was the reason I cried on the last day of summer, and the first day of school. She was the reason I smiled, just a little bit, on the darkest day. When I couldn't take it anymore, I wrote to her.

I will grow old and so will she, but I will never forget her.

"Hey, what are you doing all the way down here?" The voice is much to familiar.

"Nothing, just visiting." I say.

"What are you visiting?" Asks the problem.

"Nothing."

"You sure?"

"Yes, and what are you doing down here?"

The problem looks away, face turning pink, and says"I followed you."

Author's Note

These are the next few paragrahs of "Conversations" Also, ignore the italics. I was have trouble getting rid of them.