When it’s Gone By Chloe Lucyk Grade 8 I guess I didn’t know what I had until I lost it. The Jack to my Rose, the Jenny to my Forest, and the Hazel to my Agustus. I was his Leigh and he was my Aaron. I thought I would always have him by my side no matter what, a smile to laugh with and a shoulder to cry on. I thought that I didn’t have to show him affection or attention, that he was just there. I wasn’t the best person in the world, nobody was. I was just like any other 17 year old girl in a small town. Sneaking out, telling a couple lies, maybe I spread a rumor or two, but Aaron never cared. People told me I didn’t deserve him. I remember once Molly Davis came up to me at lunch, looked into my big, hazel eyes and told me, “Aaron deserves better, he doesn’t deserve an idiot like you.” That one stung. Molly and I used to be best friends in middle school. Then during the Steven Ponzini summer of ninth grade I told her that Aaron Daniels asked me out and I said yes. Turned out that Molly had a crush on Aaron that she never told me about. Instead of confronting me she cut me off completely and proceeded to ruin my life out of jealousy. All the girls were jealous of me but I couldn’t care less. Aaron was always good to me though, wouldn’t hurt a fly. He had a lot of friends and they all seemed to be pretty fond of him. I mean he was no all star quarterback, but he was okay for me. I only blew him off a couple times and I’d answer his messages occasionally. Sometimes at school he’d try to have a conversation but I wasn’t in the mood, people thought I was crazy for that. He really loved me though, so I knew he wouldn’t leave. It was February 3rd, 2014. The day started off as normal as any other. I woke up, brushed my long brown hair, put on some jeans, a tee shirt and the warmest jacket I had. After all a February in the north was freezing, literally. Then I waited for Aaron to come pick me up. He took me to school as per usual and we walked in the doors. I might have “accidentally” ran into someone and their books knocked over and maybe I threw a couple dirty looks, but it was nothing out of the ordinary. Then it got weird. I was at my locker and Molly came up to me more sarcastically, peppy and annoying than usual and said, “maybe if you were somewhat nice to people your life would actually be truly happy.” I didn’t get it at the time. I had a loving boyfriend, a roof over my head, food on the table, what was I missing? Man I didn’t like her, she was so fake. Other girls would bow down at her feet but not me. I just let it go and went on with my day. After school was over Aaron dropped me home and I got ready to do endless hours of essay writing and studying. It was about 9:00 pm when the phone Steven rang, noPonzini caller ID.
Literary Art Magazine Pierson Middle School Sag Harbor, New York May 13, 2019