7. I'll be back
It's been one month and two weeks since I left England to come here. I feel bad for not saying goodbye to the others and not answering when they call and text.
I think now is the time to say where I am. I just don't know how to tell them. They were my only friends and I may of lost them. We had good times like sitting around the campfire and singing tunes.
My phone was ringing. It was louis. I picked up.
"Omg you finally picked up where've you been?"
"I'm in America"
"There's a foster home there and I can't stay in boarding till I'm eighteen"
"But what about the concert we planned? What about us? Have you forgotten about us?"
"No I wanted to tell you but I couldn't. It came ya such short notice"
"You could've at least picked up your phone"
"I know but it's hard my whole life I've tried to avoid things like this"
"I just want to know one thing. Are you coming back?"
"I don't know Lou. I might but I not in time for the concert or I might not be able to return forever I'm sorry"
"Oh ok well see ya" we hung up
I'll be back I promise. There must be a way to right?