Broken

Girl's POV:

Had my heart broken and stitched back together too many times, now it just looks like a ratted up ball of yarn. They play with you, they hate you, think you won't care. Laugh, call you names. They say there is always someone who loves you, but all that have loved me are gone. I've loved and I've lost... No one can heal this hole. No one can make me happy again.

Boy's POV:

I don't care about anyone anymore, they are all just lies wrapped up in skin. Lies never heal, the truth is deep in the cuts that lies make, never to be found again. You could say things, try to anger me, make fun of me, but you don't know my past. I have loved in the past, but the past is over, in the present, I'm done with love and I guess I will be forever alone, but I can deal with that.

Girl's POV:

School starts tomorrow, just another year to go by, another reason to fail. My name is Kyra. I have friends, but I try to stay away from all of their chat about boys, clothes, make-up etc. I do not need to, nor want to be reminded of my losses so I always stay out of those conversations.

Boy's POV:

School starts tomorrow, I have never gone to this school before. I have always hated the first day. Everyone acts like they haven't seen each other in years and years. Friends chat, couples re-unite. Ughhh. Why keep trying if you will just break up? Why get someone else after you break up? Then, when you break up with the next, you feel worse than you did before. I don't get that. My name is Jay. If I could just kill like 500 people in this world, my life would be perfect. But I couldn't do that without going to prison.

*The next day*

Kyra's POV:

My alarm wakes me up. I get up, and put on my short shorts, a black shirt with a white mustache, my "Cool story bro" hoodie, and my Cookie Monster snapback. A brush my teeth and long black hair. I do wear make-up, mostly to hide my depressed and miserable face. When I am ready to go, I put on my converse shoes and backpack and leave to the warm summer breeze.

Jay's POV:

My brother wakes me up before he leaves to his bus stop. I stay in bed another ten minutes, wanting to stay there forever, but finally pushed myself to get up. "What a waste of time, school is" I mutter to myself. I take a quick shower, then when I'm done, I put on dark jean shorts, a random shirt in my closet, my aeropostal hoodie, and my Chicago Bulls snapback. I get ready to leave and put on my Osiris shoes. When I walk outside, the summer air feels warm, but sadly won't last much longer.

Kyra's POV:

I waited at the bus stop with a few friends and a few new people, including this one guy one of my friends was staring at. I kicked her foot so she would stop.

Jay's POV:

At the bus stop, there around 6 or 7 people. A group of girls were talking trying to catch up. I noticed how one of them didn't really want to talk and seemed unhappy and bored. Like she didn't care about all the nonsense with the friends chatting about boring girl stuff. "Finally, someone who isn't an idiot," I thought. This other girl in their group kept staring at me. The girl who I noticed before kicked her so she would stop. I held in my laugh.

Kyra's POV:

The bus was somewhat packed, but I managed to find an empty seat. I saw the new guy trying to look for a seat.

Jay's POV:

The bus was so full of people, I couldn't find a seat. I ended up sitting with the girl I noticed at the bus stop.

Kyra's POV:

He sat by me and my friends looked over and started smiling, I rolled my eyes at them. I got out my ipod touch and plugged in my skull candy earphones. I listened to Drake. I understand his lyrics and I love his voice. My favorite rapper.