Meiko: A Fictional Narrative

I watch him as he steps out the door, holding a red suitcase in his right hand. not once he glances back at me or my mom. she sits at the edge of the bed with her face in her both hand, sobbing. I staring at her across from my room and tears start falling as it hurts to watch how much pain she in. I step back to my bed and cry in my pillow. I… “Meiko” “..........” “Meiko!” I jump as Mr.johnson yelled, snapping out of my thought. I saw him standing in front of the white board, next to his desk with an angry expression on his face. I look around and saw all the students in math class attention was on me. They turn their body as they sit in their seat, locking their eyes on me. “Answer the,” Mr.Rohnson pause for a second, “What was

“Mei,” he said in a low voice. I'm idiots for not realize that he's was the only person to call me that name.
“Why didn't tell me,” I cry like a baby.
“I'm sorry,” he know what exactly I talking about and said, “ Please, don't cry, you know it hurts me too.” He sobs a little as he dries my tear. I took that chance and hug him around his waist real tight, not want it to let go.
“Don't go,” I whimper, “Please don't go, don't leave me again,”I cry harder in his chest and keep repeating it. He pulls away and he holds my faces in his hands. I saw him looking me in the eyes that fill with love and said, “I won't, I only did because you want me to.” I shook my head back and forth saying no.
“Why did *sniff* you leave*sniff*when we were lit..little,” I sobbed and not able to speak clearly. “My family had to move away because of my dad's job and it was so suddenly that I didn't get to say goodbye,” he confessed and continued, “ and I just move back about 3 months ago.”
“No, I'm sorry for not remember you,” I choked out as I dry my tear
‘It's okay, I know I became more handsome,” he jokes
“You never change,”I giggle at his