The fact that i would be alive after something like this, was absolutely astounding. I was positively writhing in pain, and there was no way that a fire so intense could have been invisible, or imagined. Still, here I was, curled up on the hot pavement outside of Grace Community Baptist Church, crying my eyes out. This was no fairytale. It wasn't an unwritten chapter of Twilight. No, this was my reality, this part of my life was called heartbreak, and this posture, was called the Fetal Position. This is where I, Lynli, curl up into a ball in front of everyone, and beg for death. This is also where death does not come.

I don't know how this pain washed over me so quickly. Aside from the astounding "Best Bus Ride of My Life", the day had been like any other. Get up, go to school, ignore the teachers while thinking of the love of my life, Shane Bellamy. It happened like that, until me and Shane sat together on the bus. The stupid red square that is now known as the "Kissing Block" started it all. I guess you can imagine what happened next. Me and my other half,-even though he doesn't know that yet- made out. Allot. He is a really good kisser, don't get me wrong. But I knew that it meant nothing to him! How i get my-self nto these messes, i have no idea, but let me tell you, it's very hard to get out. I am only 13 for Christ's sake! A girl like me can only get so depressed.

Apparently, this hole had no end. So, here I was, drowning in a black pool of sorrow and agony, as the love of my life died on the inside. Of course, at the time, I was too selfish and shallow, wallowing in my hurt pool, to even care about what this was doing to him. So, I sat there in church, letting all of my dear friends attempt to comfort me, a girl who cries her eyes out constantly over things that seem to matter little to other people, while he rode home with his mother. How selfish I am to try and keep him there with me, when it obviously pains him to see me in such a state. I really am a vile creature.