Life after Katie

I had a friend here, Her name was Katie. We called her Poo. I dunno why. But she was Poo. and i loved her. she lived in our builing last year and she lived next door this year. and she was one of my best friends here. and wed morning i came home during my one hour break. i never come home during this hour because i always spend it in the physics help room doing the hw that is due wed night. but this particular wed i did not have physics hw due, so i didnt have to be in the help room. i still wasnt planning on going home, but my friend joel told me to run home and get my jump drive so he could transfer some stuff to me. so i run home for the first time ever on this break and i run into to Poo. she came over and gave some stuff back that we had forgotten in her room. then i get ready to leave for class again, and she stops me as im walking out the door. she says "kayla, im leaving." my first response is "what about thursday and friday class?" and she says "no, i mean im leaving" and me, being dense, says "i see that, but you are gonna miss class!" and she says "no, i mean i withdrew from college this morning. im going home" and i thought she was kidding. but she was not. she told me she hated it here, and she didnt have any friends, and she wanted to go home. and i started to cry. i stood there is the hallway crying. and she looks at me and says "well, you need to go to class." and she turned around and walked away.

she promised she would come visit all the time. she has not come to visit once. she has not called once. she has not texted once. we have traded a few words on facebook, but that is all. i have missed her a few times, like when i go into the room next door and see the empty alcove. when my roommate leaves town for the weekend and i feel alone because Poo is not here with me. right now, as i type this, i miss her a little bit. but the strange thing is, i dont miss her like i should. she was supposed to be one of my closest friends here, and now that she is gone, i dont really feel any different. this was a lesson in how friends come and go through life. Poo left, and already we both moved on. I found new friends that i hang out with in her place, and she went back home to her old friends. Maybe ill see her again one day. Maybe she'll make good on her promise to come visit. I dont know. Maybe i dont really care.