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Chapter 2 - shattering pieces
When I opened the door of the Tree Hill High gym he was the first thing that caught my eye. I told myself that it was because he was doing some fancy basketball move, but all during practice I couldn't help but follow him around with my eyes. He had these piercing blue eyes and I could see his muscles through his shirt, he was h-o-t-t hott! After drooling over him for a while I was snapped back into reality by Brooke.
"Hales, I would really appreciate it if you would stop checking out Nathan Scott and focus on the cheer, thanks." Well, that reminded me why I was so angry with Brooke, she could be such a Bitch, and I hated that, but then when I looked over at here I could swear that I saw something in her eye, maybe even concern. But was it even possible that she could be concerned for me? She did kind of look a little weird and as I followed her eyes to my right hand I saw why she looked so scared and worried. The hand that I had punched that mirror with was all bruised and quite swollen, I can't believe that I didn't notice it before, not wanting to deal with her questions I went back to cheering, knowing that when practice was over I would have to deal with Brooke.
I was right; the second that practice ended Brooke was on me like a pack of wolves.
"So, hales, um, what happened to your hand, its really gross." I looked at Brooke and realized hat if she couldn't even fake concern, then I didn't owe her any answers.
"Well Brooke, since you care so much, I guess all I have to say is Go to hell, and stop acting like you care about me because you don't and I sure as hell don't care about you." I don't know where that came from or if I even really meant to say it, but it felt good I don't need her, I don't need anybody. As I walked from the gym I turned around and saw her, she looked almost broken or lost, and that scared me more than anything else so I started to run and didn't stop till I reached my car. In a second I was out of the parking lot and on my way to my house.
I went inside to find a message on the answering machine; I pushed the button.
" Hey hunny, its mom, your dad and I are in Hawaii having a great time, I hope that everything is going well at home, so just call when you need anything, like money or something, bye Haley." That's it I can't take this anymore, my own mother doesn't even say that she loves me, and only wants to hear from me if I need money? What the hell is wrong with me, why doesn't anyone care? I look at the mantle and see a line of framed pictures of me growing up, each with my parents standing behind me. Those pictures are a lie, just like my entire life. One by one I pick up the pictures and then I throw them to the ground, and as each one shatters, I shatter with them, until all I am is a pile of shattered pieces with no one to put them back together. All I want to do is cry, but there are no tears, and crying only makes me more alone, since I have no one who will catch my tears.
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