Broken promises

Memories

A/N :

so heres the first chapter of my new fanfic please comment share and favourite if you like it. Pleaseeee let me know your thoughts anyways enjoy

love alex

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Chapter 1:

I had just approached the front doors of Carl Sandberg also know as my living hell. I wish I could say that this was an exaggeration and that I was just a normal over reactive teenager who hated to learn, but its not. I don't hate school because of the learning, I actually enjoy that and even if I didn't learning is basically in the requirements when it comes to school, the real reason why I hated this place was because of the little plastic and fake monsters that lay within these walls.

People always say that high school can be nasty and a rough time, but try getting through the four years with nobody, just you and your friend yourself to keep you company. It's hard to imagine right, well imagine how hard is to live it...welcome to my reality.

As you walked through the double doors of Carl Sandberg you are immediately greeted by a mirror that nags above the cafeteria doors, and there is no escaping seeing yourself in its reflection... believe me I've tried.

This mirror divides the school into two groups, the pretty and beautiful and the not so pretty and beautiful. Again, you may be thinking what, Riley you have to be kidding right, a mirror can't possibly do so much damage and have such a big affect, but it can. Put it this way if you were just an innocent bystander standing of to the side while the students of Carl Sandberg prance through the door you would witness my theory. What you would see is girl after girl walk through the doors and capture themselves in the mirror, even if just a glimpse, those who are happy with their looks would leave with a smile of satisfaction plastered on their face...those who aren't would leave the mirror a little sadder then when they walked in... Thus separating the pretty and confident (one who are happy with they look) from the average and shy (those who leave disappointed).

Well what do you see Riley when you walk through those doors? What I see is an under average looking girl with dark brown hair that doesn't listen, light olive skin that seems clear and not flawed when in reality if someone were to just lift up the sleeves of her shirt would see that this statement is more then wrong and hazel eyes that have lost their sparkle. What I see is a damaged girl, who doesn't consider herself pretty or worthy.

All these thoughts would soon be confirmed as I make my way towards the endless rows of lockers that litter the hallways.

"Oh my god, look who decided to show their face at school again. Seriously Riley when are you going to learn that NOBODY wants you here...in fact, I'm sure that no one would even notice if you we're gone" It was 7:44 am and I had purposely came to school early to avoid the exact person who had just uttered these words... Emma. Like I said, it was 7 in the freaking morning it was to early to be taunted.

"Emma I really am not looking for trouble, I just want to go to my locker in peace for once... Please not today" I replied weakly

"Oh girls, isn't little Riley so funny, she thinks that following her mummy's rules and being polite would stop us from doing what we do...what does she think she's the one in control here" Emma's laughs echoed through the hallways

"You are nothing but a worthless bitch, you have no friends, family problems and to top it all of its safe to say that your less then pretty" she continued

I consider myself a strong enough person, I can handle these girls... I really could ( well to a certain extent and with the help of my one friend...I guess I did exaggerate a bit when I said I was going through high school completely alone) what really hurt was that HE just stood there behind Emma and her pose and watched. HE didn't even try to stop them, HE just watched. It's at times like these that I find myself forgetting that HE used to be my best friend, my confidant, my other half.

For the first time I pulled my eyes away from Emma and her pose and looked into HIS eyes. HIS eyes where the only place where I could see a bit of the old boy I knew, the boy who found me all those years ago sitting on my front step crying.

Flashback (a/n: just in case you're confused this flashback is about how HE found her crying)

"Mommy Daddy please stop screaming" my 5 year old self cried before I ran out the door in an attempt to get away from my fighting parents. Sure I was only a 5 but it didn't take a rocket scientist to see that my parents were not getting along and that things were getting progressively worse.

So there I sat crying my eyes out rocking myself back and forth like my mother used to do when I would cry...but even though I tried I couldn't replace the comfort that could only be given to me by my mom, who at his moment was inside screaming at my daddy.

My breathing had just begun to return to normal when a little boy about my age walked up my stone steps and sat beside me, what he did next even surprised my 5 year old self. He looked me in the eyes said "I'm Mikey and I'm 5 and can you please stop crying because a pretty girl like you shouldn't cry" and he then wrapped his small arms around my body and hugged me. He then let go and sheepishly said "My mommy told me that if I ever saw a pretty girl crying that I should give her a hug" as a blush creeped onto the both of our faces.

I didn't think that I could get anymore surprised by this boy but he suddenly looked at the bushes that scattered across my lawn and screamed "hey Madison you can come out of the bushes now" just as he finished saying that another boy climbed out of the bushes and made is way up my steps and sat on the other side of me.

"I told you, you didn't have to be afraid of her, she's really nice" Mikey told Madison laughing. His laugh even at the time was infectious and I couldn't help but laugh.

"Hey Madison look she's laughing...I like your laugh, but why were you crying?"

"My mommy and Daddy are inside fighting and I didn't like it so I came outside and cried, it makes me sad when they fight, they are supposed to love each other not scream at each other. I rather see my parents kiss...which is disgusting then see them fight" I explained as I began to cry again

Then Mikey took my hands, whipped my tears away and told me something that I will never forget."Riley, I know I just met you and I know were only 5 but from now on I'm going to be your best friend. When your mommy and daddy fight you can always come to my house and I will keep you safe. When I'm with you I don't want you to ever cry...you're to pretty instead I'm going to always make you laugh. I'm going to be your best friend forever and always and I will always be there for you" he said

~end of flashback~

As I snapped back into reality I couldn't help but remember what 5 year old Mikey told me that day, that he would always be there for me and protect me. I wonder if I told him then that he would break his promise one day if he would believe me.