Oakland School, chapter 12

Well, anywho, the week ended, and Bam and all my P.A. buddies left, it was sad. I was doing ok, and all, then what do you know, the year is up. I was getting ready to leave, all of the guys and girls forgot it was that time.

3 Days Before Leaving.

My boxes were all packed, and I told Bam that I was finally coming home. He was happy. But I was a bit unhappy, but happy at the same time. I mean, Im going back home where I belong, but, Im leaving new friends I made. My friends knocked on my door, I answered.
"Wow, Sam wheres all your stuff?" Adie asked.
"Umm... well the year is up, and almost time to go."I said a bit upset.
"Oh, I totally forgot!"Kristen said.
"Yeah, well, I got to go and pack up. Im sorry, Ill see you guys later." I said, sounding very depressed.
"Wow, I never knew she would get that depressed."Mike said. "Shes always a little bad ass."
I reopened the door, "Since when am I little?" I said.
"Since...uh...when you were little!"He said back.
"Well we better get going." Adie said.

My final day, I spent all with them. When it was night I said good bye, for a while. The next day, I left, to start my life.

End of My Senior Year in Pennsylvania.

I went to prom with Bam, Ryan, Raab, and all those good guys, we ended up skate boarding from the top of the school, it was funny. The year was wrapped up, and, once again before I knew it, it was the end of college.
"Im free! No more school! No more pilot school too!"I said.

1 Year Later.

I was dating Tre. I know, I cant believe why though. Believe me, biggest mistake ever. Well, him and Green Day became famous. This is in the early '90's. I even moved in with him in California. Now, I will never have sex until Im married, Ive told Tre that and he said he would be okay with that. Well, he lied.

At Me and Tre's House.

"What the fuck?!" I screamed.
"Ahhh! Sam!" Tre said, on top of a girl. "Its not what it looks like!" He said.
"Oh right, its not what it looks like, your on top of a girl, fucking her, its definately not what it looks like!" I said.
The girl by now left, because I kicked her ass, and then through her out. Tre was finally clothed.
"Look Sam, you wouldnt put out-"He said, I cut him off.
"Because Im not a whore." I said.
"You can either put out or get out! "He said.
"Ohh...that sounded fierce. Believe me, Im already booking a flight back home to P.A." I said.
I kicked him in the balls. "Now, you think here, use some what of your small brain, think, I sacrificed. I moved here, to California, where I hate most, to live with you and your scum ass. Let the tabloids know, I don't care. Just think... long and hard, think..."I said. With that, I took my bags that were already packed, I guess he was sorta expecting it, and drove off in my car.

I took my cell phone and called Bam.
"Hello?" He said.
"Hey Bam, Im coming home, Im going to the airport right now." I said.
"Ok, Ill get your room ready. What happ-" He said, I cut him off.
"Ill talk about it when I get home."
"Sure Sam. "He said.

I was upset, I dont get that. I still loved Tre, somewhere deep deep down there. I was silently crying in the car, if someone was there with me, they would just see tears escaping. But, Im getting over Tre, somehow, my mother used to say, "If a guy ever cheated on me even once, its like he cheated a million times." Thats true too, it feels like I have caught him over and over again. And, my family, if they ever were cheated on, they would never ever take their partner back, no matter how much they pleaded, and thats how I intend to keep it. I dont think Tre wants someone like me afterall, probably, because you have to admit, that Im better in a lot more things.

Its crazy, I started dating him in 1993, but, it is now the last day in December, when its January, it will be the year 2000. Yes, we dated for a while, about 8 years...and I regret all of it now. Im still very young, Im 3 years younger than Tre. But a year younger from my buds from P.A. heck, Im still a young woman. I have a lot of time...
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