CHAPTER 39

Two weeks passed since Mike and I broke up. It's been hard but I made through few Latin classes without crying inside.

John and I didn't talk since that day he drove me home from Detroit. Maybe he don't miss me at all…

It is Sunday morning and I am laying on my bed, thinking about my daddy's offer. Thinking about how will Hannah accept it and react.

Oh, I will miss her...

*Flashback*

“Baby girl?” I heard a familiar voice calling me from the hall.

“I'm in the room, daddy!” I yelled back, lifting myself from the bed. I was still recovering from Mike's words. After he left, I was still crying until I realized it is meant to be this way. We would never work out; we were from too different world.