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The worst part about everything was when I got sick.

I got sick the Monday I was supposed to go back to school. I had a fever and a sore throat mostly I just sat on the couch trying not to die. I didn't know what was worse, being sick or being broken hearted. Besides Max not returning my love, which I wasn't expecting anyways, he took the liberty of completely ignoring me. I hadn't tried to text him or call him or anything because I felt he needed space. Isabel, on the other hand, felt differently.

"All I'm saying is he seemed sad today after school." She told me over the phone after school on Monday. Isabel refused to come within feet of someone who was sick.

"Okay whatever you say." I said, "I don't think I'll be back for a few days." I said coughing softly.

"Right. Get better sicko." Said Isabel laughing, "Talk to you later, bye."

"Bye." I said before I hung up. I set my phone down and turned my attention to the TV. It was some program about killer whales but I couldn't find the remote to change the channel, so I just watched it. While I was watching the whale show I realized I hadn't heard from my mom or my uncle in a long time. My uncle hadn't even bothered to come visit me once. He was my only family that lived in Vegas.

I picked up my phone and texted my mom and my uncle asking where they were. I was so out of it though I didn't really care.

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My cold lasted four days. On Friday I went into school early to get all the assignments I had missed. I also got a picture from my mom at a party, if that counts as a reply to my question. After I gathered all my work I started to walked to first period, which was science. I saw Max outside the classroom chatting it up with some girls, he didn't glance in my direction as I walked into the room.

"HEY DUDE HAVE YOU BEEN SICK?!" Called a loud voice. Brad, Isabel's boyfriend and class clown, walked over to me.

"Yeah I have." I said softly as I sat down in my seat. I wasn't exactly in the mood to talk to Brad right now.

"Well it's great to have you back!" He said grinning a stupid grin before leaving. What did Isabel see in him, honestly? After class started the teacher handed out worksheets and told us it would be a pretty relaxed day.

I had to walk up to the front it the room to ask the teacher for the notes we had been taking for the past few days. When I got up to the front she sighed deeply. "Wynter, it's not responsible to miss four days of school."

"I know ma'am. I was sick." I said. I looked down, avoiding eye contact because I didn't want to talk anymore than I had to. "I need the notes."

"Maximilian please lend your friend Wynter your notes." She said. Max didn't look up at me but instead just handed me his notebook.

I walked back to my seat and started copying down the notes. I wasn't focussed though and soon I just stopped and stared at my my notebook. I quickly glanced around and then turned the page in Max's notebook to write him a note.

I stared at the blank paper and didn't know what to say. I thought about just writing that I was sorry, but I really wasn't sorry. Maybe I should just apologize anyways. The bell rang and I shut Max's notebook and handed it back to him. "Thanks Max." I said. He just glanced at me then left.

The rest of the day was basically me just trying not to cry because I had lost my best friend. At lunch I sat by Isabel and Brad and had to listen to Brad and his friends crack stupid jokes, really what did Isabel see in him. Once seventh period finished I walked straight home without a thought. Once I got inside I realized it was colder than usual.

I walked over to the thermostat and looked at the temperature. Fifty seven degrees. I bet my mom forgot to pay the heating bill so I called her. "Mom, you didn't pay the bills." I said once she answered.

"Wynter, I've mad an executive decision. I'm moving to San Diego. You're almost eighteen do I just figured you would be okay on your own." She said. "Figure out how to pay the bills."

"Mom, you can't do this to me I-"

"Wynter I have to go." She said and then the line went dead. I quickly looked around my house and panicked. I hadn't gotten a job since my job at the grocery store I got fired from in the fall for joking around with Max. I knew even if I still had that job it wouldn't be enough to cover the bills.

I panicked even more once I realized after the heat was shut off next would be the water and electricity. How could I live without water. I also had no place to go because Max wasn't my friend anymore and I didn't know what Isabel would say about all this.

I walked over to get a blanket and then I just sat down and cried. I cried because my life seemed to be falling apart piece by piece. I wondered how long I could live here before someone came looking for me or anything.

I cried for awhile then grabbed my phone and looked at it. There was a text from Isabel telling me she was going to talk to Max and that was honestly the last thing I wanted to see. I called her.

"Isabel, Isabel, you can't talk to Max please don't." I said. I felt a fresh set of tears welling up in my eyes. I didn't want her to make it worse.

"What's wrong?" She asked me. I just burst out into tears and told her the whole story. It also didn't help that it was a Friday night and I could literally be doing anything else.

"Wynter! Oh my god I'm so sorry. Do you want me to come over?" She asked.

"No, I would just like to be alone right now." I said softly. "Please don't talk to Max."

The line was quiet. "I can't promise anything." She said. Then I just hung up because I didn't know what to say. I covered my eyes, it was going to be a long weekend.

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