Broken Heart
by Chipettegirl10
Tears slid down my cheeks. I was shaking with silent sobs. My knees were hugged to my chest. I looked over the IM again and knew instantly I was being lied to. I shakily typed a reply to my friend, and then closed my IM. I was all alone, in two different ways.
The house was quiet, while my sisters were out shopping. My boyfriend was done with me, admitting to all of my friends that it was over long before he broke up with me a little more than two weeks ago. I shook my head. I was single.
Single.
The word brought so many negative thoughts to my head. I was just me, all alone. I was not a couple. I was single. Another wet, salty tear slid down my cheek. My hair was a complete mess.
He called me fat. I was annoying and weird. I just liked to mouth lyrics and he calls it singing with no words coming out. He didn't like me at all; he was just being nice. I glared at myself. He was getting bored. In sixth grade. How could he? I glared at myself again. About a week before the break-up, one of the odd kids (he was actually kind of nice) told me to spice it up before he got bored.
Then I learned that he wanted to break up since summer, and I was upset. I got up off of the swivel chair and ran up to my room. I slammed the door shut and locked It, then crawled on my bed and cried.
As if the day could've gone better. In science, I didn't realize my necklace I had gotten from him slid out of my backpack. One of the girls found it, and the teacher just HAD to hold it up. I lied, telling him it was Miss Miller's gift to me.
He had stopped me when we switched classes, grinning, knowing I had kept it all these years. My heart swelled – maybe we could get back together? – not going to happen. After what I just heard, I've decided it's not worth it.
I collapsed in a heap of tears.
Alvin stupid Seville has been a bucket of lies since summer.