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