You Me At Six(:

"I`m stronger then strongest drug you`ve ever had You can mix em all together and I`d still be twice as bad." -Sexting by Blood On The Dancefloor(:

I found out today he was moving next year. After this school year is done, he was leaving. I was walking out of my science class and was heading into my social studies class, when he pulled me aside. Now let me explain what we have before I go on. When I say we have something, I don`t mean we`re all over eachother; I don`t mean we`re dating and i`m secretly cheating on John(I hate cheaters therefore I would never do such a thing). I do mean we have feelings for eachother still. He knows I still love him and he`s said to me plenty of times he still has feelings for me. It`s kind of obvious to everyone else too. Almost everyone that is. We tell eachother almost everything. And this is something big. And when he told me he was moving I felt tears, and hate, and sadness, and ohmygosh! I just averted my eyes, bit my lip and nodded like always. He said I was the only person he still wanted to stay in touch with from the grove, and that made me blush. Ha... So I have to give him my e-mail and such. He has everything else.
Today was fun as ever. But only in social studies and health. Social studies was the best out of the two. We had a sub and the seats were moved, so everyone had to sit in different seats. I sat on the side with all my guy friends. We had a test today, and it was a huge four page test, front to back. No body new the answers, because we`ve been out of school for so long, and our new social studies teacher doesn`t really help us remember things. No body new a thing, and we had a hour to take it. The majority of the guys are troublemakers and don`t give a crap what people think. Before the test was handed out, they were all throwing things, screaming nonsense, and just being so funny. At least from my point of view. Then during the test it was worse. Three kids were written up and made the teacher mad so much. I couldn`t help but laugh.
Then in Health class, we had to take a hands on test on CPR. I was so nervous. But I got an ninety-eight on it and was rather proud of myself. I was so relieved. It felt like so much weight was lifted off of my shoulders. The whole time I was waiting for my turn, I was think 'what if I don`t pass? Does that mean I could never help someone who needed CPR? That means I`ll be a fail. OhMyGosh I want this to end. I want this to stop being important in school programs. Ridiculous!'. Now that I think about it, I`m laughing at myself. Listen to how paranoid I get. But that`s how I am sadly.

I`m gonna go call John and get my mind off things now(:
Baii lovelies.