Summertime Sadness

Part 1: Hope
I hugged my best friend Bettie, trying to hold back tears. Bettie was my best friend, but now she would be moving away. Far away, to England, and leaving me to stay behind alone in America. Oh, how I didn't like the thought of losing her. It was strange, in a way, how sad I was. I had experienced two of my other closest friends moving away, but I hadn't been as sad as I was when Bettie moved. One of my other friends that had moved was a girl named Linda, who was small and quiet, and was known for her friendliness. She went to move to California with her father after her parents got a divorce. My other friend that had moved was a guy named Brett. He had moved to Canada because his parents liked the scenery there more, and that's where his mom was from.

But as I struggled not to cry as I hugged Bettie, I knew the sadness I felt was more than I had felt for Linda and Brett. I wasn't sure why. Maybe it was because she was my best friend? We certainly had a close bond, as we had known each other for four years. We went to each other's houses quite often. But now we wouldn't ever again. Now she was going away to England forever.

"I-I'll miss you." I choked out.

"I'll miss you too, Hope." Bettie said with a hint of tears in her eyes. She was a tall girl with wavy blonde hair and blue eyes, and it was easy to tell when she was about to cry. "Take care, please..." She seemed to swallow back a sob.

(More coming soon!)