I don't care

This kinda takes part more in the future. Imaging the 3months have passed, okay? Okay cool.

3 months. It's been 3 months since I've last talked to Kyle. December has come and gone, nothing. January has come and gone, nothing. February has come and gone, nothing. But I can't say that I'm not happy about it. The only thing that saddens me about all of this is that the rest of My Digital Escape, except for Shannon, stopped talking to me. Bryan, Johnnie, Jordan, Jeydon, Alex, all of them, it's like if I'm dead. All because of Kyle.

My birthday is in March, on the 21st. I turn the big 1-8, and usually my parents each get me one thing that I want. Usually it's a new phone or something. Let's see what I get this year.

Beginning in around March, things started to change, and something I thought to be impossible started...

"Ew, look who the cat dragged in!" Said a blonde as I passed by her going to my seat in history class.

Just two more months, Imogen. Then you're outta here.

"Cat got your tongue?"  Said the guy sitting next to me.

"Oh, and here comes the hero himself, Imogen's little protector." The blonde girl says as she sees Kyle walk into the room.

"Nope. Not anymore. Tear her to pieces if you want, I don't care." Kyle says.

My eyes widen. No way he means that.

The blonde girl comes up to me and pulls my hair real hard. My head whips back and my eyes close from the pain. She was about to slap me when...

Ring! Ring!

The tardy bell rang.

"You're lucky, saved by the bell."

For the rest of the class, the blonde girl kept staring at me. After class, I ran out of there as fast as I could, and tried to avoid the blonde as much as possible. As if God was answering my prayers, she left me alone for the rest of the day.

When I got home, my mom was already there.

"Hey baby! How was school?"

"It was good ma."

"That's great honey. So are you doing anything today?"

"Um, I might hang out with Shannon, that's about it. Why?"

"Nothing, I was just wondering."

"Oh okay mom. I'll be up in my room if you need me."

"Okay dear."

With that, I walked up the stairs, plop down on my bed, and called Shannon.

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"He said WHAT?! I'm gonna kill him!" Shannon's loud voice blares through my phones speaker.

"It's not a big deal.." I reply, not wanting to cause more drama.

"Yes it is! It's not fair that everyone stopped talking to you because of him."

"It's not. But what am I gonna do about it?"