Chapter 0: The Beginning

It was the last day she will see him. The day she will regret and hope to never live again. It was the start of something big.

"Drew?" She asked timidly with a very big blush. Inside, she felt a millions of butterflies. A gulp quickly formed in her throat.

The guy turned around with a large grin. His emerald, glossy hair swayed perfectly in the air. "May?" He asked not perfectly aware of the things he was doing to that girl's heart. The beautiful soccer field behind them was filled with hootings from his fellow players.

Some of his friends even teased him with taunting. "There's no time to be messing with chicks! If you want to win come and face me like a man!"

"Just a minute, May wants to ask me something!" He called back and turned around toward the girl. She immediately blushed.

"Are you sure it's not a love confession?" The boys asked and snickered to themselves. But they left the two alone.

"…."

"I-I," She continued while having an urge to vomit. She was sure he could hear her heartbeat within her chest. But she reminded herself she would tell him today.

"What is it, May?"

"I-I like you!" She blurted while covering her blushing face with her hands. Her heart felt proud and courageous. It was like she was on cloud 9.

"I'm sorry," He began. "I already like somebody else." And just like that her whole world came crashing down.

"Oh!" She vomited all over his soccer jersey- the one she wanted to wear as his girlfriend and fled the scene. When the day was over, he never did see that girl again.

3 Years Later

A brunette lift a red bandana and carefully fixed her brunette tendrils. In the mirror, her reflection shone- sapphire blue eyes, brown luscious tendrils, and a confident smile. She looked ready to take on anything with a confident air and force that cried May Jasmine. But like 3 years ago all she felt was the same twisty stomach feeling and need to throw up. She was coming back... and maybe she wouldn't have to see him.

Hey PikaReaders (Reviewers-I feel a need to nickname you for being special) I feel the need to write til I die with 4 stories I need to update and finish. Also with a bunch of homework. But since I'm in 7th grade and have a lot less homework than the people higher up the academic scale than me, I should write. After reading a bunch of fanfics and you know... sobbing. I feel the need to write something that could happen and what I often daydream about. I hope you continue to read and support.

~Pika