Hey everyone!! Sorry it took me so long to update, I've been sick lately and didn't have a lot of time. So anyway, NOW TO ANSWER THE REVIEWS!

Oh wait, now I remember, THERE WERE NONE!!

So anyway, I'm apparently writing this thing for no one but I'll keep posting anyway. Maybe somebody will read it and like it…..

The next morning, happy, joyful sunlight woke Hillary up at 6 in the morning. Too bad she wasn't feeling all that happy and joyful. Hillary had cried herself to sleep that night. Which Hillary remembered quite quickly as she rolled over on the soaking wet pillow.

" Nice." The brunet lifted herself up and grabbed the pillow. She laid it on her lap and stared at it, lost in thought.

" Its always me isn't it. Always always ALWAYS." She closed her eyes as she whispered a silent plea to her empty room. "Please let today be different."

She pulled herself of the bed and slowly made her way to the door. She placed a hand on the doorknob and looked back at her window. The sun was shinning bright and there were birds flying around in the sky. Hillary smiled and took this as a sign that today was going to be great.

Too bad. She was wrong.

* I wake up in the morning

Put on my face

The one that's gonna get me

Through another day

Doesn't really matter

What I feel inside

This life is like a game sometimes *

Hillary grabbed her book bag and walked towards the front door.

" I'm leaving fro school now mom!" She called over her shoulder. But no response came.

" Why do I even bother. She couldn't care less whether I left for school or left for Mexico." She mumbled to herself as she pulled open the heavy wooden door. AS she walked down her driveway she could hear the happy shouts of children.

Hillary lived right beside the local Elementary school. Her school, the high school, was 10 blocks away.

Hillary was going over the events of yesterday and coming up with a plan for today as she walked down the leaf-covered sidewalk. She was trying to decide on what she would say to Tyson. Nothing seemed right. Being mean wouldn't do her any good, and she definitely wasn't about to be nice to him. So she settled on ignoring him. Hey, it worked before, right?

But this raised another question. What exactly did she want Tyson to do? Apologize? An apology just didn't seem like enough this time. Tyson was the king of fake apologies, and handing them out. So if Hillary didn't want Tyson to apologize then what DID she want him to do.

Hillary thought about that all the way to school. And even when she took a step up the stairs that led to her classroom, she still didn't have an answer.

" I guess I'm gonna find out when the moment comes." She thought to herself. " Oh my god, I sound so cheesy." She smiled in spite of herself as she opened the door to her 10th grade classroom. As usual she was one of the first to be there. Only a few kids were already at their desks. But what surprised her was that one of them, the one way in the back, was Tyson. She scoffed as she tried to come up with a good reason for him being here this early.

Nothing.

She pulled out her chair and shoved her books in her desk. She walked back out into the hallway to retrieve her other books from her locker. She smiled at Miss. Kincaid walked past her, heading in the opposite direction. She missed Miss. Kincaid. She missed 8th grade. She missed everything about being 13. Things were soooo much simpler back then. As she approached her gray locker she felt a little depressed, thinking of the easier times just made her remember how depressed she was the day before.

" NO! Stop it Hillary. You've got to stop looking at things so negatively. Stay happy." She thought to herself as she opened her locker.

* I woke up this morning with a smile on my face
 Nobody's gonna bring me down today
Been feeling like nothings been going my way lately
So I decided right here and now that my outlooks gotta change *

She was smiling again as she made her way back down the crowded hallways. She was just about to open the door when something hit her from behind. Hillary dropped all of her books as she slamed into the locker. Someone was holding her from behind, and held her up.

"HEY! LET GO!" She yelled as soon as she caught her breath. Who ever it was let her go and she dropped onto her knee's. She lifted her head and looked up into the eyes of her attacker.

" Not you again." Hillary mumbled to the tall, thin, yet surprisingly strong girl. Blonde girl. Popular girl. Samantha Leblanc to be exact. THE most popular of the popular girls in the 12th grade. She was almost a whole foot taller than Hillary. And she constantly loved to pick on her.

" Get up freak." The normally sugary-sweet girl was now mean and vicious. And not in the mood for games. So Hillary stood up and looked the girl in her baby blue eyes. Samantha walked circles around her and then stopped right behind her. She seamed to be considering what to do next. Just then Tyson walked out of the room. He noticed what was going on and came right over.

" Oh thank god. He'll do something." Hillary thought to herself. And she waited for it to happen, for him to tell Samantha to stop, push the bully away from her and help her with her book.

Too bad. She was wrong.

As Hillary began to wonder what was taking Tyson so long, she felt a sharp pain in her lower back. Seconds later she was on the floor watching Tyson's feet retreat back into the room. Samantha had kicked her to the ground. And Tyson had done nothing.

She sat on her knee's and gathered her books as tears began to well up in her eyes. She didn't even notice a couple of the other class presidents helping her gather her books. She just sullenly took them stared at the door to her room.

*Why should I care

You weren't there when I was scared

I was so alone

You need to listen

I'm starting to trip

I'm losing my grip

And I'm in this thing alone*

Hillary quickly and quietly went back to her locker. With shaking hands she undid her lock and put her books back inside. She closed it again, barely able to see through her tears. She turned towards the stairs and took a deep, calming breath. She closed her eyes. And without hesitation, she ran. Ran down the stairs. Ran out of the school. Ran down the street. Ran.

*After school *

Hillary sat on the grassy slop watching the leaves being carried down the river, pushed by the current. Simple things calmed Hillary. Unfortunately it wasn't helping the way it used to. Hillary was still a nervous wreck. She was shaking slightly as she pulled her knees up to her chest. There were tear streaks marking her face. Evidence that she had spent the whole afternoon crying. And she was positive that she couldn't cry any more, even if she tried.

Too bad. She was wrong.

Hillary turned her head as she herd footsteps behind her. She looked up into the face of the one person she REALLY didn't want to talk to at the moment.

" Hi." Was all that Tyson said.

Hillary just continued to stare at him, trying to read his mind and figure out what had happened earlier that day. Nothing.

She turned her head away from him and looked down at the water.

He sat down beside her, taking her silenced  as an invitation.

" I'm sorry." He looked at her but she wouldn't look back. " Really I am. I was wrong for saying all those things yesterday." He said with a slight hint of apology in his voice.

That was all Hillary could take.

She leaped up and glared down at Tyson. Her shrieks could have been herd form a mile away.

" FOR WHAT YOU SAID YESTERDAY!?!? HELLO! WHAT ABOUT TODAY?!!? WHAT THE HELL WAS GOING THROUGH YOUR MIND WHEN I WAS BEING PUSHED AORUND BY THAT GIRL?! CAUSE IT CERTANLY WASN'T WHAT NORMALLY DOES! NORMALLY YOU HELP THOSE IN NEED! OR AM I NOT SPECIAL ENOUGH FOR YOUR HELP? AM I NOT GOOD ENOUGH!" Hillary felt tears streaming down her face once more. The tears she had sworn she didn't have left. She wanted to say more but her better judgment told her not to. It told her to let him speak. She thought maybe he'd have something comforting to say. Something that would clear this whole mess up.

Too bad. She was wrong.

" Please come back with us. Everything can go back to the way it was if we just pretend this didn't… happen." Tyson looked at his feet as he gave a feeble attempt to get Hillary back.

*And I want to believe you

when you tell me that it will be ok

Ya I try to believe you

But I don't

When you say everything is gonna be

It always turns out to be a different way

I try to believe you

Not today *

" No Tyson. Not- not this time." Hillary shook her head vigorously. She needed him to understand that her pain was beyond apologies. Way, way beyond.

Tyson looked confused. Obviously his dull apologies had worked before. So why wasn't it working this time. Didn't Hillary want to be around him, want to hang out with him, one to be one of 'them'. " Huh? Wh-what do you mean?" He got up and stood face to face with Hillary. She was trembling slightly and tears were flowing down her cheeks. Tyson felt a stab of guilt. Something he had never felt before. And looking at Hillary made that pain even worse. But Hillary was determined to keep his eye contact.

" I. Am. Not, Excepting. Your. Apology." She viciously whispered leaning towards him. Her face was contorted in fury.  And in the blink of an eye she was off. She walked quickly up to the road, hearing the footsteps behind her. She felt Tyson grab her arm. She whirled around to look him in the eye. His face was anxious, pained. He obviously didn't want her to leave like this.

" Hillary. I don't want you to be angry with me. Please for give me."  He looked as if he was on the brink of tears. Hillary's face softened but her eyes stayed fierce.

" The thing is Tyson, I don't know if I can…" She whispered, her voice full of sorrow and helplessness.

Tyson's arm fell limp by his side, letting go of Hillary's arm. She gave him a sad look, and as a final tear fell down her cheek she turned and ran off. Leaving Tyson to stand there and do some serious thinking.

"God, I am so stupid! How could I have done this?!" Tyson hit his head against his bedroom wall. He had stood there all day until Kenny had come racing over, asking where he was. Tyson had retreated back home. He didn't want to talk to anyone right now.

" I so didn't think that THIS was going to happen." He laid down on his bed a stared at his ceiling. He didn't know what Hillary was talking about. Or rather, he did know but he wishes he didn't.  He sighed a closed his eyes. He lifted a hand and placed it on top of his face. He wanted Hillary to hang out with them again. But he didn't know what to do. He apologized and it didn't work. He seriously didn't know what to do next.

And that's how Tyson fell asleep, trying to figure out what to do next.

REVIEWS PLEASE!! I'd like to know whether people like this or not! Thanks for reading.