Okay, so, before you read the story.... Please read the slides, and please don't attack me. Ch 9 - Friday: Well, it was the day I had been so excited for, but also dreading. It was both, not just one. I don't know if that makes it better or worse. Not only the day of the youth group, but also the last day of school, and I could tell the students were excited about that. I watched numbly for Ethan's face to appear, hoping I would still have the feeling of excitement when I saw him. He turned his camera on and I felt a small pang of loneliness, I did want him to be my friend, even if it didn't go further. He could help me out if I wanted advice from a guy's perspective. Plus, if I was his friend, it wouldn't feel so weird to wave or say hi to him if I was his friend. What I was really hoping for was that he already thought of me as a friend. I put on the outfit I had decided on; A light blue jumper with a blue T-shirt underneath. I wore blue straight jeans and black combat boots. I looked in the mirror and started putting my hair up with a hair claw. *Ya know, you could just... Give up.* My brain whispered. I tilted my head and sighed, *And why should I do that?* *It would be so much easier than actually going; Possibly seeing an old friend who changed schools, having a crush, at least partial crush. And then there's our friend, Joy, what makes you want to see her so much?* I looked closely at myself, trying not to start crying. *Why do you want to see her? After all the times she left your messages unread?* My brain started getting more angry. *Because I want to be a good friend!* I said, my eyes tearing up. *And I want to talk to her. I need to get all this stuff off of me.* *Haven't Mellie, Logan and all your other online friends done that? Why do you need Joy? If she doesn't answer you, why should you talk to her, why not make her feel the same sadness?* I could imagine my brain smirking, knowing it had got me thinking. *No, that's horrible.* My eyes overflowed with tears, sending water sliding down my cheeks. *I don't want to make her sad. I want to tell her I'm sad she hasn't talked to me, but, that's only part of it. She has met Ethan in real life, she-* *STOP MAKING EXCUSES FOR SOMEONE WHO DOESN'T MAKE TIME FOR YOU. Why are you still trying when she hasn't changed?* My brain glared. *Shut. Up.* I breathed. *I don't want to listen to my stupid unkind thoughts. They fix nothing.* I stood there with my eyes streaming, waiting for the voice to respond. Nothing happened. I walked to my room and sat there, on my bed. I grabbed my tote bag and refilled it with the planned items: My tablet, a notebook, some pens and pencils, an extra hair claw and a glasses cleaning cloth. I hung the bag up on the back of my door and turned on my computer. I checked the chat and found my friends had really enjoyed the wedding planning I had done. Logan had decided to make a ship name for me and Ethan. I had made a new ship name and we had started making designs for the dresses and cake. I had chosen my bridesmaids, my flower girls the dress colours and designs, the cake flavours. My sister had even drawn designs for me. I laughed and wrote, 'Okay I'm gonna have to go to the youth group now.' 'BRO GOOD LUCK MAN I’LL BE WATCHING FROM HERE >:D DON’T BE NERVOUS! YOU DEF GOT THISS.' Logan said encouragingly. 'Bruh, don’t even mention it.' I sighed. (Ch 9.5 [kinda the finale]:
