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The bus ride


15 Jun, 2014 04:42 PM

The bus is were it all started freshman year of high school...actually it was the last two weeks of summer at band camp when I saw her beautiful eyes staring at me from across the room. We talked and laughed while she was throwing green peppers at me and my friend for us to catch. This was the start of it all.

But she had a thing going with someone else ,and I has these...feeling for her. But then the bus ride, I was shocked to learn she was on my bus but she didn't know me and her boyfriend was on the bus...well things happend that I don't like to recall and they broke up. She came to me and we talked and that Friday was game day for the schools football team. So me and her sat there being In percussion, we had nothing to do. But it was freezing the cold metal seats froze us and our dark blue wind breakers with our name on them. She was shivering so violently, that her teeth were chattering so I put my arm around her and warmed her up and bring her close to me.

She had laid her head on my shoulder and just cuddled up to me. We sat there along while until it was time to go on the field and play. Then so on and so on it was over we came back did it agin and just talked cheering for our team and just spending the night with each other then the last few months of school were. We would talk all night and all day about how much we cared for each other and personal things were going on at home for both of us and we were both not popular and alone at the time. But it was hard some times I would say something sweet and she would think if the other guy and I was mad yeah and I tries to blow it off as it was nothing but it wasn't. The best...and worse..Valentines day 2014-me and my nervous self walked to her door rung the door and she came I gave her the things I had gotten..but I look up and her face was so bright happy and loving to see me there.

So at her door step is were our love grew and grew and I was truly happy for once in my life and she walked back in and I walked to my car and I guess she had read the card and texted me right away about how amazing it was and she was crying and so happy. Well that night we talked about were we would live our kids name and personal things. Well at march I got my phone taken away for failing and I guess I let sapa( indoor drumline) warp my mind and I didn't focus on school so my phone was taken away for 2 weeks plus. We had gone to competitions together and talked I was hurt one of those days and she came to me comforted me when I couldn't stand and I thought it was all going to be wasn' day I sat at her lunch table her name being Elisabeth ( I called her Elisa) Elisa and her best friend was whispering about something so I got a deep down bold un easy feeling so I asked her if Elisa had a boyfriend...she did the one she broke up with months before..I was hurt so badly..she said she loved me she said that she would be there for me...they were holding hands..I was so mad and sad that I went to the isolated bathroom and punched the wall till my knuckles were bloody and broke two bathroom doors of the hinges..and sat down and cried and I got on the bus and she sat down next to me her boyfriend walked past. And I blared my sad depressing music..and she didn't know I I ripped my headphones out and asked her about it.

She welled up in tears as I did before her and she said..she and him were in a bad spot and I wasn't there..and I just looked out the window trying not to cry, trying not to show my weakness and she hugged me. And I didn't do a thing back..and I ignored her for 3 days trying to regain my strength and on Friday before I got my phone back..she was mad at me I told her why and she walked off the bus. Well I for my phone back and texted her and it took her awhile to tell me but she had cancer..and was given about 6 months..bone marrow I broke down even more on that rainy, stormy night (of course) and I didn't want to lose her that school day I did my research and found out about a bone marrow transplant...with conditions of my sort I could die from doing this but it would help her immensely.

And take away her time limit. So I told her about this and the death chance and she begged me not to do it. And begged. So I told her I wouldn't do it, got off of school and ran to the doctor to get it on its way. Well turns out I did die over it but I woke up. And I texted her immediately asking her if she was ok and she said she had gotten a transplant and she was gonna kill me for doing it for her.

But Elisa if your reading this. Just know I love you and no matter how much you hurt me I'm still here for you in the end I'm never leaving you gorgeous I just want you to know that I love you to death and back

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Manahil Aftab says:
28 Jun, 2014 12:34 PM

Wow I wish Elisa would read this

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Alesha booth says:
13 Jul, 2014 10:01 PM

Wow that story was so sad! I was nearly in tears it's just so upsetting it's unbelievable! has she read it yet cause it's incredibele

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Khairul Ashraf says:
14 Jul, 2014 08:23 AM

Why is there too much grammar mistakes? It makes the story hard to understand.

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Luna says:
26 Oct, 2014 02:51 AM

Wow this story is sad and so romantic!!! As for the grammar mistakes I agree people have you not heard of proof reading? It's a wonderful thing use it.
Elisa I hope you read this.
You have a wonderful man here don't let him go!!!
Hunter you're a true romantic I wish more guys could be like you!

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InsaneGamzeeMakara says:
07 Dec, 2014 06:46 PM

I have a horrible sister. She takes my stuff and breaks it. And she wishes for a little brother instead.. I wish she loved me. ;~; but she never will.

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sujit says:
15 Dec, 2014 04:21 AM

It's really sad...even my mom has colorectal cancer...n i'm so afraid...

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Elizabeth zavala says:
16 Dec, 2014 04:14 PM

So sad :(

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wendy says:
09 Sep, 2017 04:30 AM

this story is so sad but same time romantic !!!!

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