#92daysofspring

Writing stories has always been such a great subject for me. In school I always came up with the most brilliant stories and even aced all my Writing test.

I moved up a grade but in all honestly I’m just saying that to make myself feel better with what I’m about to tell you.

About this horrible yet bittersweet Spring break I just had. Truthfully me being smart in school doesn’t compare or change how I feel about what happended this Spring break.

Dramatically speaking, I don’t think anyone else my age would ever go through something like this.

Like I said, ‘dramatically speaking’.

I’d do a long story short but I’d give away too much. Instead I chose to write about it all and tell you from here and so on.

I am not the bad person in this cheesy love story and I’m not the good person either. I also believe my professor might just like this story just like all my others.

Now where to start?

I guess a dramatic and sad intro perhaps? Let’s begin!

It all started in the Winter. The coldest and most depressing season of the year.

"Haha , excellent.." I whispered to myself.

I usually slept a lot or worked on my writing. In the Summer my Dad and I moved to Austin Texas where we could start new and fresh.

My Mother ruined our family back home and it left me feeling very traumatized about loving anyone else other than my Father. We don't need to go into anymore detail about her.

I will say this , she spent a lot of our last days together avoiding me and drinking her life away.

It left me feeling very sad and numb. The women who has loved me more than anything no longer loved me anymore.

A couple weeks after moving , I finally made friends and saw how great it felt to be moving forward.

You really can start over, or as I thought so.

"You are so over dramatic!" Said my good friend Keir.

"Why are you spying on my writing Keir." I asked.

"Hey if I'm in this story can you make me sound like the cool guy who gets all the bitches?" He said winking horribly.

"Um , we'll see." I said Turing back around to my laptop.

As I was walking to Evan Peterson's office (My therapist) I noticed a drop of blood pour onto my tshirt. When I was four I was diagnosed with a disease called Von Williebrand. Basically I bled a lot , especially through my nose.

Growing up I had to sit out in gym and recess a lot because that's where I would randomly bleed the most.

One day in recess I begged my coach to let me play and after begging non stop he finally gave in and let me play softball.

It ended terribly after I got hit with a ball and almost bled to death.

Luckily I survived but had to sit out the rest of the year.

During the Summer I played outside alot with my niegbors until one day I fell really hard off my bike and bled on the entire sidewalk.

It was a big reason I grew up without any neighborhood friends. It was like I was a monster to all of them.

When I got to middle school it all slowed down and I was bleeding less and less. We even got a new neighbor who I really wanted to be friends with.

He never went outside much until one day he saw me fall off my tree and ran to me to see if I was okay. He saw how much I bled that day, asked if I was Bloody Mary and then went inside. After he helped me up of course.

After that I still didn't have friends in the neighborhood.

I'm happy I'm in a completely new city now. Having nobody call me names and making fun of my disease is a big lift off my shoulders.

Now that I'm 20 I barely have nose bleeds. I have a lot of headaches here and there and sometimes my hands would just bleed a little. Not too much to handle though. Dad says I should try medication just in case and I'm actually looking into it.

"Why out of all days do I have to bleed today?!" I said in the hall.

Luckily I was by a restroom.

When I got inside I ran to the last sink and spit out a mouth full of saliva and blood. I don't know if it's just me but the taste of blood made me really nauseous.

"Sara?" An unknown voice said.

I turned and it was Molly Reinstien.

Molly Reinstien was known in town for being a home wrecker. Others called her a slut but I never found it necessary to call anyone that word.

I did lose a little bit of respect for her after I found out she was using Reir for his money for almost a month.

"Oh, hey." I said back.

"Did you get in a fight?" She asked.

"No, it must be a random nose bleed I guess." I said.

"Here." She said handing me some napkins.

"Thank you." I said grabbing them.

She continued fixting her lipstick and hair. She even pushed up her boobs a little. It was none of my business though.

Before she left the restroom she looked back at me and said , "Oh and Sara? Tell Rier I said hi."

I couldn't help but think "That bitch!" In my head.

Dad always said if you don't have nothing nice to say then don't say it. I kept my word and bit my tongue most of the time. I'm assuming it's the reason I had a hard time defending myself and speaking up.

But I tried to think that if girls like Molly could do such horrible things to men that eventually she would get hers.

I liked to sit by my pool every morning to watch the sun go up.

I didn’t care if it was cold or hot I just needed to see it everyday.

It was even better when I was high.

When you’re high or on some type of drug, it’s like you’re practically numb.

Like you’re floating through time very slowly and nothing can fuck that up or disrupt it.

In this town I had a reputation to keep up with.

I didn't choose it, it chose me.

When dad married Angie, my life changed forever.

Dad never really acknowledged me and then when Angie came along it was like I never existed.

He had money so Angie and him were always on vacation and never took me along.

I didn't care because I'd rather be home or with my best friends.

As for my 'reputation' people usually wanted me for my drugs.

Because dad usually left me with money I either spent it on loads of drugs or threw big ass parties.

People who I never even met before would always show up.

Yeah I had a lot of people in my life but they were just people.

I didn't care about any of them because all I cared about everyday were my three best friends.

Charlotte has been my friend since childhood, Jordan since high school and Sara since the Summer.

They wanted me for the real me.

"Why are you swimming it's nearly 70 degrees out here?" Asked Charlotte.

"When you're high you can't feel anything." I said holding my blunt up.

"Mhm, okay, we'll get ready we're going out!" She said walking to the door.

"But it's not even noon?" I said.

"Yeah but I want tacos so hurry up." She said.

"What about Sara?" I asked.

"She's at her meeting and will meet up with us later at Cactus." Charlotte said going inside.

I noded and hurried off my donut float.

Finally the end of the Winter semester was here.

If you went to my college then Spring started for you in February.

Most of us had a chunky break before going back for the Summer Semester.

Thefor I had 92 days to do as much as I could.

I couldn’t get to excited though because I had a lot to do today.

Then out of this hell hole.

Don’t get me wrong I loved a portion of College.

I loved my Writing class, Charlotte and of course Mr.Fisher.

He was of the only people who knew of my passed.

He felt bad for me after that so he always gave me books and candy since I loved reading so much.

Charlotte thought it was weird but I didn't.

I thought I was pretty sweet that a teacher actually gave a damn about me.

30 minutes passed and I had to head to class without Charlotte.

I was pretty pissed at the fact that she couldn't even arrive early for the last day.

I assumed this all had to do with her health issues.

I'm supposed to keep it a secret but Charlotte was an anemic.

There were days where she wanted to go out and party and have fun and other days where she slept a lot.

Sometimes she came to school bruised up and looked paler than usual.

I never spoke to her about her bruises because I didn't wanna hurt her feelings but she always looked like she got beat up badly.

It was really sad to see.

Finally she arrived.

"You're late." I said angrily.

"I know I'm sorry!" She said rushing in her seat.

Luckily college didn't screw us over if we were late.

Mr.Fisher gave us an easy assignment today so it was less stress for me.

"What you want to achieve this Spring!" He said writing it on the bord.

It was almost like middle school work.

Easy and simple yet so hard for me to write.

I don't even know what I'll achieve in my future.

I tried to write a few words and then I looked at Charlotte.

She looked bruised , sick and worried.

I tried to focus on my work and looked at her again.

I just couldn't write.

"Charlotte are you ever gonna tell me why?" I asked.

"Tell you what?" She said ignoring the fact that I was mad and angry with her.

"Why you're always so late!" I said angerly whispering.

"Sara I promise I'll tell you one day but not today.." she said looking at me then looking away at her paper.

She wasn't herself today so I left her alone.

I looked at my paper and tried to write again.

15 minutes passed and still nothing.

Then a girl walked in and broke the silence of the classroom.

"Sorry for the interruption Mr.Fisher but I need Sara to go to the Counsling office." She said to Mr.Fisher.

"Great! Now everyone knows I have therapy.." I said in my mind.

I grabbed my pink backpack and went to the door.

"Hold on Sara let me give you something!" Said Mr.Fisher as he grabbed a book called Milk And Honey and a bag of jolly ranchers out his dwayer.

I smiled and said , "Thank you so much Mr.Fisher. Hopefully I'll see you next Summer to catch up on things."

"You're welcome Sara. You will always be one of my best students and remember you have my number if you need me!" He said smiling back.

I felt very sad knowing he wasn't going to be my teacher next Summer, but time has to go on and hopefully my next teacher would be just as great as him.

Before I walked out of class I mouthed to Charlotte "SEE YOU TONIGHT." And went out the class.

Now for the worst part of the day.

I spent a lot of my time wondering what my future would be like.

When you think about it all clearly , it’s just like the Scientific Method.

First you become curious and make an observation of how things will fall into place.

Only thing is , you don’t know if things will fall the way you want to or fall apart.

Then a hypothesis.

“I’m sure everything will fall apart today.” Is what I said almost everyday as I got up.

Next the experiment.

You either do things you wanna do or watch things as they go.

In the end things will either fall into a big ass fucking mess or fall as your hypothesis.

That’s how I felt about my life.

I’m Charlotte and today I’m sitting in my front porch wondering what the fuck my life is.

I had a meeting after college today about the book I’ve been writing.

This was a huge deal for me and my future, so I couldn’t fuck it up.

Before the meeting I had to stop and my friends house real quick.

Let’s just say, this friend is a trip.

12:30pm

When I arrived at his house I always gazed over how big his house was.

His parents were filthy rich and always somewhere around the world.

To be completely honest I don’t even think they acknowledged him much.

Since his parents were gone so much we usually threw parties or had our own kickbacks.

Keir was the basic stoner who everyone knew and everyone wanted to be around.

However, he only liked to be around my friend Charlotte and I.

Never understood it and probably never will.

“Keir open up I know you’re in there!” I shouted from the front yard.

“Out back Sara!” Keir shouted from the backyard.

“Why is he in the pool it’s fucking cold?..” I whispered to myself.

I ran to the backyard and of course his dog named Corn Dog looked as high as Keir was on a daily.

Keir may be rich but he dressed as if he was poor and never really bathed.

He was very good looking and caring under all the drugs and the fact that he never dressed up.

He was almost like a brother to me.

“Keir I need my purse I left it here last night.” I said standing over Keir by his extremely big pool.

“Or you can sit down and smoke this fantastic blunt with me?” He said sitting on a oversized donut float.

“Why are you in the pool it’s still Winter?” I asked.

“You can’t feel anything when you’re high.” He said.

“Is that so? Alright well I gotta grab my purse and go. I got somewhere to be.” I said walking inside.

“You still up for Cactus tonight right?!” He shouted from the pool.

“Keir have I ever missed the Cactus?!” I shouted back.

“You right!” He said.

The Cactus was a really cool and laid back cafe in town that all the young adults went to on weekends.

My friends and I were there a little too much.

Most days we went for food and drink and other days we went to just dance.

Then some days when we just wanted to get away we would drive somewhere out of the city to see the stars.

Those were the best days.

“Unbelievable. He took money from me.” I whispered to myself.

There was no time to kill him yet,