Steven came knocking on my window last night. I was really happy until I realized it was him. I don’t know who I was expecting. Jake is the only one that has snuck over here before. Maybe I wanted it to be Jake so that I could get things off my chest. I wanted to ask him why he would bring Sarah to the homecoming game. Why would he even bother? He doesn’t go to this school and neither does she. I didn’t do anything to him to deserve for him to treat me like this. He had to have done it intentionally. You don’t just do something like that on accident. Is this Karma? Do I deserve to be so miserable right now?
Steven said he was leaving today for boot camp and wanted to say goodbye. We hugged and he smelled like summer. The summer was so crazy. Looking back I almost miss it up until right when school started. Everything was perfect, why did everything get so screwed up at the end. I should have never went to that Christian school my junior year. Nothing good came out of it. All the people there turned out to be complete jerks. Stevens’s aunt and uncle hated me with a fiery passion. I never got a specific reason but a lot of the adults from the school didn’t like me because I was Mormon. I am not sure where the hate for someone because of his or her religion comes from but it makes no sense to me. Steven was there for me when everyone else was tearing me down. I don’t think I left bible class once that year without tears running down my face. Steven once told me that I shouldn’t worry because I was going to heaven. He asked me if I believed that Jesus died for my sins and I said yes. He said that as long as I recognize that and I am a good person that I will go to heaven. I think there is a lot more then just believing. A lot of Christians probably think the same way as Steven and that makes me really sad. No wonder why so many people are so mean to each other.
It wasn’t so bad saying bye to Steven. It was more like closure for me to get over the whole situation. It was a little awkward when we talked. He seemed different, like more grown up. I always feel like I am getting left behind. Why is it so easy for everyone else to move on with their lives and forget about me?
