Word must’ve gotten out that I was committed as people I knew at school seemed to go out of their way to avoid interacting with me. Kelly and my roommate Sarah were the only two who treated me the same, as if nothing had happened. Kelly’s the only one who never asked how I was feeling, or if I was okay. She knew I wasn’t, and she knew I had to deal with it on my own terms. Preparing to go somewhere without my bestie at my side really begins to sink in as I organize for the trip. Our dorm room resembles the aftermath of a tornado since we’ve started packing. It takes hours of swearing and tossing things aside to pick my things out from the remains. It’s a relief to box my textbooks up, knowing finals are behind me and that I did fairly well after studying with Adam. I assured my parents that I did well enough to warrant a nice-sized bonus check for what they called my “summer adventures.” If they only knew. Minutes before Adam is scheduled to arrive, Kelly helps me drag my stuff down to the curb.
