Finding Mr. Right

~Prologue~

_UNEDITED_ 

Once again I am,

HEART BROKEN. 

But I am already used of getting,

HEART BROKEN. 

I should really stop saying--

HEART BROKEN. 

STAHP!!

OK. So at the momment I am dealing  what seems to be  another heart break.

Hunter Davis.

Man I thought it was meant to be.

Like you know, we've held hands once and it fits PERECTLY,

BUT,

NOOOO!!! 

He had to end it.

But oh well,

Another day another,

HEART BROKEN. 

Heart broken? That's wrong its--

HEART BREAK. 

Great.

"Don't worry Isa, you deserve someone better." My bestfriend, Quintessa Harley-Jane, assures.

I call her Quinsy. LOL.

"But Quin!!!! I thought it was meant to be! Why can't he just take me back!?" I groan, frustrated.

I need a GUY to comfort me right now;

"Don't worry my dear, there are more fishes in the sea." She qoutes and I chuckle lightly as she gestures over to the heaping pile of people in the GYM.

"Whatever, I'll get over it, fast." I brag, flipping my brown hair back and sitting back.

To tell you, we are seated here, in the cememnted bleachers, that are in the closed GYM, where we are having an assmebly for no utter reason.

Headache.

Hunter passes by me so swiftly and smoothely he might break Michael Jackon's record.

The smell of hi strong cologne makes me dizzy as my stomach churns.

That bastard.

I am MAD at him.

Yeah, thats it, I am mad at Hunter Davis, the guy who broke up with me and called me a slut.

Excuse you!

Isn't there a law where you shouldn't judge a person by it's cover?!

I don't wear slutty clothes!

I wear jeans and a shirt, on top of that would be a cardigan and sometimes a beanie,

See? I am not desperate.

Well, maybe I am, just a little.

I don't spare him a single glance, NO that would make him think I still want him to be mine.

Well that's true but NO!!!

I take out my notebook labeled WHERE IS HE? <3, and start crushing out Hunter's Name.

That idiot.

My life is miserable so far.

Divorced Prents, Lonely Life, many haters, and worst of all NO TRUE LOVE! 

Why can't I just be like Sleeping Beauty? You know? Finding love isn't that hard, all she has to do is sleep and wait for Prince Charming to come up her caslte and kiss her, she doesn't have to deal with heart break and they get married immediately.

Why?! Seriously, WHY?!?!?!?

I have the sudden urge to slap Hunter's face right now and get away with it.

But sadly, I can't.

I started searching through the list of names in the entire 8th Grade batch.

No, luck.

I sigh and chuck the notebook back into my bag before cramming a Strawberry-flavored gum into my gum.

The cemented bleachers are uncomfortable for my bum and bum as our principal, Mr. Weiy (Pronounced as; Way)  blabs about new rules and stuff.

Blah, blah, blah, CLeanest Classroom of the week, blah blah,blah,blah,blah.

Sheesh, I seriously need to hire this guy to be my Sleeping Person, I mean, a person who would bore me until I fell asleep.

What a way to start thae day Mr. Weiy.

Hey that rhymed!!!

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A/N: HI! ARE YOU THERE? DO YOU LIKE IT? WELL, THAT'S JUST A STORY IDEA. SO YEAH.

I'LL CALL YOU MY YOUGIES NOW! GET IT YOGIES?!?!? 

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