As the final bell rang, i couldn't have run out of there faster. Luckily tennis has helped me improve my running. I didn't want to talk to anyone. Not Mia, not Any of my so called 'friends.' They've made me feel like this before but I always made excuses for them and said that it was alright. But this time it wasn't. This time it hurt.
I couldn't have gotten there faster. As soon as i saw him, i ran to him and fell in his arms. I didn't care if i was making a scene, i didn't care what he thought. I just knew that he was there for me.
We just stood infront of the cafe for like literally 10 mins, me just standing there balling my eyes. About 5 mins into it I tried pulling away and apologising but he just held onto me and hugged me tighter. Which was exactly what i wanted to do.
After i had my little.........major meltdown. I told him everything that happened. Telling him made me feel alot better and seeing his sweet smile and his eyes full of care almost made me start crying again, but i refrained.
I'm not sure why him caring almost made me cry, i guess alot of people I've trusted have turned there back on me.
We just sat at the cafe for what seemed like minutes but when i looked at my watch hours had passed and i had to go home. As i walked away i couldn't help but glance back at him.
My fairytale had turned again and i was back be cinderella and cleaning. As i walked through the front door, i could feel the tension, the sadness in the air my heart started leaping. Something was wrong. I knew it. As i made my way to the lounge room i could see my sister in tears a crumpled letter on the table and a fright stricken mother.
'What is going on?!' I practically yelled.
'Umm, ahhh......' My mother tried but she just drifted off into another world.
I tried a nicer tactic. 'Hey, what's going on?' I asked Anna softly. All she did was run out of the room.
I started to panic, but i had to be strong there was no one left. And i had to get to the bottom of it.
But who...... Oh no.... Memories start coming back to me and i can't handle it. Why? Why him? Why now? How come everything seems to end.....why can't it end happily ever after.............
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Living Life One Day at a Time
ChickLitBeverly Lucas was just an ordinary 14 year old girl; living life, going through high school. She didn't have the dream life but she knew she had a lot more than others. Even though she was living amidst the hustle and bustle of busy Brisbane, with h...
