Spencer’s been in physical therapy now for two weeks, and she’s just starting to walk again, and she doesn’t have pain anymore when she stands up, which is good. I go see her everyday if I can…she came to like one of my volleyball games then she felt sick and had to go home.

A week after surgery she had an infection in her top incision, and her parents had to take her to the hospital and they put her on so many pills they filled her up. And she threw up so much it was gross but I felt so bad for her.

Homecoming is in a week, and Spencer just started coming back to school…

“hey you…” I said going up to her locker

“hi” she said simply then I gave her a kiss then I grabbed her books “I can get them myself” she said

“oh…ok then” I replied then I walked her to class “so you want to hang out tonight maybe?”

“I don’t know” she said

“ok…did I do something wrong?” I asked her not understanding her bad mood

“I’m just not in a good mood” she told me

“yeah that seems to be the norm” I told her

“what’s that supposed to mean?” she asked sitting down in her seat

“you’ve just been in such a bad mood, and no matter what I do I can’t even make you smile…I’m at a loss”

“so…” she said

“I don’t know” I told her just opening my books

“well I’m sorry you hate being around me”

“I didn’t say that” I told her “I defiantly did not say that…”

“whatever…” she said opening up her book too then class started and we didn’t say anything to each other until our free period together which was two hours later “…Ashley…” she said getting my attention and I turned around

“yeah?” I asked her not wanting to get bitched out again

“I’m sorry about earlier…physical therapy just sucks right now, and you don’t deserve this…” she told me “…I’ve been in such a bad mood and you’re receiving the benefit of it…”

“yeah…” I told her sitting down at my table

“can you say anything other that “yeah?”

“whenever I say something you spit it back out at me…” I told her grabbing out my cell phone and checking my text messages