Chapter one.
There is only one person in this
world to understand me, and to tell you the truth, who on this earth
would actually want to be Roxy's best friend? She was the one who
everyone hated, the dorky kid with glasses right? Nothing can become
of someone who looks like they should be at a Star trek convention,
though they swear they don't like those movies.
But I am now
sitting on the roof once more, and I don't want to come down, not
ever, no matter how much he screams my name up at me; I am not giving
in this time. There was nothing they would be able to say to me to
make me forgive them, they had hurt me, broken my heart, like shoving
it through a mighty shredder.
I'm guessing you want to know the
full story before I go on?
Well, it was all on the 31 December
2003...
I was fifteen and so was he,
except I was few months older, his birthday was November, mine in
March. I turned sixteen in the following spring,
anyways that doesn't matter.
I went over to his house, as usual
and as I knocked on the door awaiting him to answer and jump on me
like he usually did, he looked out the window, and for once, he
didn't look happy to see me, I knew he was having a party this
night, but I didn't care, he was my best friend and I wanted to
party for New Year with him. He was supposed to want to party with me
too right? I mean, what're best friends for if you can't spend
some of the best times of the year with them?
He
kept up with his drinking and he knew that didn't like it, I didn't
like the way he would act even more stupid than he was, how he would
try anything to impress the right people, the right girls, but for
this occasion, I would keep my mouth shut, let him have his fun.
I
went to the toilet to freshen up, wash my face and when I returned, I
saw a very drunken boy passed out on the table with people all
around. People were laughing at him, and he sprung to life, at that
moment, I knew he was making fun of my first time drinking, thinking
I was out of the room, until his mate Max pointed him in my
direction. His face dropped, I couldn't believe he would make fun
of me, he was supposed to be my best friend; he was supposed to like
me.
I instantly saw the look on his face changing
from hysterically laughing, to shocked and ashamed.
After that, I
couldn't stand it, I ran home, not thinking for one second about
the rain pounding down on me, or the fact that he was shouting my
name, calling me back.
I wasn't giving in.
I wasn't going back there.
Ok. So I took this off the site because I didn't like some of it, and so I have written little bits up again, and am hoping for a review? x
