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6 months later -I never got that journal back. It was always hers. I tried writing a new one, but it just wasn’t the same. I’m currently writing on sheets of notebook paper in the airport, waiting for my mom to return home. She called me the night before, and said she missed me so much, and couldn’t wait to see me. I do, however, still miss Brian and his family. Although I never really stayed there to the point to get to know them on a personal level, they will always be locked up in my heart. Saying goodbye to Brian was probably the hardest part. Many teens would consider it an absolute dream to live with their boyfriend. I would say that they are correct. I had some of the best times of my life with him. We’d read books together under the stars, write songs by the beach, and we’d swim in the ocean all throughout those six months. Walking home with him from school was probably the best part, because we were going to the same place, and I didn’t have to say goodbye. I got the privilege to watch my younger sister grow up in a healthy environment for the first time. I’m also forever grateful for their kindness. I wish I could’ve shared more, so I’ll give the details here. Me and Marie became great friends, and I introduced her to Lauren, and we’d hang out every Friday, watching TV, baking cookies, and having karaoke sessions every now and then. She told me I made her feel less alone, and that made me feel so special. I got better in science and math, and got through sophomore year with all A’s. Mr and Mrs. Smith were very proud of me academic and athletic wise, as I was one of the best runners in my grade. Overtime, I was able to finally make myself heard, and I finally broke that barrier. I can’t live in a bubble forever, you know! Sage taps me on the shoulder. “ She’s here!” I grab my welcome home sign, and rush downstairs. There she is, walking out the doors like a champion. She looks better. I hope she finally feels better too. If I could give her some of the beautiful memories I had to her, I would. She deserves them more than I do. I rush to her, and hold her in my arms. “ I missed you so much.” She kisses me on the cheek. “ I missed you too. You’re a warrior, indie. Never forget that.” “ same with you.” We head home, but this time, home won’t be the same. And I like that. I really do.
