Those were the easier days I guess. Before the heart ache, before the heart break. Before the tragedy and new-found romance. Before I knew the truth.
I guess I should start from the beginning huh?
Well it was just a normal day, wake up, go to school, come home.
But there was one thing about that day that changed the rest of my life.
I was noticed. I know this probably doesn’t sound that strange. But at my school there’s the ‘cool’ group that is strictly rich, fashionable, perfect people. I’m not either of those things. My parents died when I was five and my big brother who was 20 at the time took me and my twin brother in. I don’t care about what I wear, I wear whatever I have clean. I’m far from perfect, I trust too easily which lets people take advantage of me, I have dirty blonde hair and boring clear blue eyes and I guess you could say I’m a bit of a nerd. I like to read, what of it?
So the day that one of the most popular boys in the school noticed me was a tad strange. His name is Harry and he has big, bright green eyes and curly brown hair. Harry is a total heart breaker but I didn’t know any better.
Harry had confronted me that day on my way to class. He asked if I would go to the movies with him sometime. None of his friends were near us so it couldn’t be a joke and me, being the stupid person I was accepted. Harry and I spent a lot of time together after that and we got along very well. Three weeks later Harry asked me to be his girlfriend and I said ‘yes’ with a goofy grin plastered on my face.
My twin brother Ryan- who I call big bro even though he is only older by 5 minutes- always told me that he wasn’t sincere and that I’d only have my heart broken but I didn’t believe him. I thought Harry and I would grow up, get married raise a family and die together. I was dreaming.
Three weeks later I had a massive fight with Ry over Harry and I didn’t talk to him for 4 weeks.
During those 4 weeks I realised that he was right. Harry didn’t love me, It was all a trick. Some stupid game set up by his mates to make his ex jealous. It worked I guess because the day after I broke up with him, he was back with her. Thinking back to my past is heartbreaking. But talking about it? That is pure torture. So I keep it bottled up, like I do with everything else.
After the betrayal I’ve faced it’s obvious the reason. Betrayal? That’s a weird word. Where’d that come from? Betrayal.
Betrayal- to be unfaithful in guarding, maintaining, or fulfilling: to betray a trust.
~A/N~
The next chapter should be up soon! Like... Soon... :P ENJOY my little munchkins!
~Mickey <3 xx
