Ephram was mad. He stormed through his front door and up to his room, stamping each foot on each step as he went.

She broke-up with me... he thought. I can't believe my dad told her– I can't believe it! He was too mad for words... I'll show her, he thought ,I don't need her and I certainly don't need a father who is a back-stabbing jerk!

That was an understatement of how he felt, but he didn't want to over-do it... when he gets mad, he gets MAD! He started to unbutton his shirt. He took off the T-Shirt he had on underneath and finished getting undressed. He jumped into the shower and let the water clean is body as well as his mind. He got out and put on his 'lounging' clothes– an old ratty sweat-shirt and a pair of old boxers... he was going to stay in his room for the rest of the day.

He hated the world. As he walked by his window, he saw her. He followed with her with his eyes as she sat down on a couch that was placed in the front yard of a house across the street. He threw on a pair of pants and put on a nice t-shirt in place of his sweats. He ran down the stairs and out the door. He pretended to be getting the mail– it was Sunday, which means no mail, but he didn't think they noticed him anyway.

She threw her head back at something a boy she was sitting next to her must have said that was funny. She was gorgeous– blonde haired and blue-eyed. He had short brown hair– that was more than Ephram cared about– he wanted to know more about the blonde girl. The boy was cuddling a girl who also looked relatively the same age as him– maybe a little older. She was pretty too– she had long, jet-black hair that was swept into a messy bun held in place by chopsticks and streaked an un-natural shade of red. He had to find out more about these people... especially the blonde.

Sorry it was so short... and weird-sounding; I'll write more about the break-up later... but I can tell you, it was AMY'S FAULT!