The Summer I Said: I Believe! (Summers of Faith, Story 1)

The Summer I Said: I Believe!

By Chloe Dearest

“Maggie. This just isn't working out, I don't like you the way I used to. I'm sorry, but I think we should stop seeing each other. Goodbye Maggie.”

Those were the last words Stephen Lawrence said to me. He had been my boyfriend since eighth grade, and now he broke up with me my sophomore year of high school. Though I guess I saw it coming since I saw him cheating on me about a month before. But I didn't say anything because I wanted to hold on to the hope that it didn't happen.

I watched him walk away with tears stinging my eyes. I didn't know what to do, I wasn't sure if I should walk the other direction, or follow him. My heart felt so heavy with sadness, that I thought it would fall out of my chest. I heard the final bell ring from the school, it was already 3pm. The kids started filing out of their classes and into the hallways. I panicked and ran for the main doors before anyone could see me cry.

It was the last day of school and my boyfriend broke up with me, how could this be any worse? I asked myself as I ran through the groups of kids waiting for their parents. I stopped on the side walk as I saw a familiar car coming toward me. Stephen was driving his brand new silver mustang,

I felt my heart tug and the tears began falling. He wasn't alone, next to him sat the girl I saw him with a month before. I wanted nothing more than to die right then, but I just ran. I wasn't sure where I was going but I just needed to be away from the school, and the memories there.

I ended up at my best friend, Micahs' house. Micah had been my best friend since we were in diapers. We grew up together. I don't know why I went to his place but as soon as I knocked on the door, he was standing there.

“Maggie, what happened?!” He asked pulling me into his house and into a hug.

I burst into sobs and just held onto him. It wasn't very often I cried, but when I did it was usually something serious. Micah did his best to calm me down, but he was never very good with girls. I sniffled a little trying to calm down enough so that I could explain what happened. I looked up at him and I wiped my eyes, which was probably streaked with my makeup by now.

“Stephen....he dumped me.” I said struggling to keep back the wave of sobs crawling it's way up my throat.

“Oh my God. I am so sorry Maggie.” He said sympathetically.

I nodded and took several deep breaths trying to not cry again. I didn't know what I was going to do now. It was the summer and I had planned a bunch of stuff for me and Stephen to do together. But he now had another girl. I hunched my shoulders over as another wave of tears surged forward. I felt Micahs hand on my back and I just crumbled to the floor. I felt so pathetic crying like a baby, but I couldn't stop it.

I stayed at Micah's place for a couple hours before my parents called my cell phone asking where I was. I told them I was at Micah's and they said that they would come pick me up. By the time they got there, I was limp and numb. I was so sad and angry, and frustrated. I didn't want to go home and be bombarded with questions, but my parents got me home. I remember Micah saying something about me calling him if I needed him to come to my house. That's why he was my best friend, he wouldn't offer to talk on the phone with me, no he would offer to come to my house and sneak in my window if I needed him.

When my parents Kia Sorento pulled into the driveway, they both turned back to me with concern written all over their faces.

“Maggie, sweetie, what happened? Did something happen between you and Stephen?” Asked my mother. My mother was a sweet blonde haired woman, that had no ability to yell at all. I always wished I was like her, quiet, obedient, and faithful. But I just wasn't. I was loud, rebellious, and faithless. I didn't believe in God, and all that stuff. I mean I went to church with my family almost every Sunday. But I just didn't believe in the same things. Though I guess that could be because Stephen was someone who didn't believe in the existence of God, and Stephen greatly effected my opinions.