I woke to them smell of bacon sizzling in the pan, and the loud sound of it crackling. I put a shirt on, and walked down the stairs.
"Honey, are you okay?" My mom asked.
"Tired, stressed, hungry, alone; The list could go on." I reply, without looking at her. I've been fighting my way through the roughest breakup ever. Yeah, she was my first girlfriend, but that doesn't mean I didn't love her. People say I'm too young to know what love is. Well they don't know her. She was the type of person you would do anything for. I woke up everyday happy, knowing that I would see her face soon. I love her. Everyone knows how I feel, and she says we need time. When she told me my heart started racing and I began thinking. When I think I have a tendancy to screw things up. What if this is permanant? What if she loses feelings for me? When I get upset, I shut people out. I want to be alone. It's who I am. I insantly stopped talking to her and screwed over any chance I had of fixing it. We're friends now, and she knows how I feel. Up until then our relationship's been rocky, you could say. Many breakups, but only one has lasted this long. That one was over the summer, when I never saw her. Now I see her every day. I want her back. More than anything. I want to show her that I care. I need her. But back to now...
"Have some eggs, they're good for you." My mom persuaded. I grabbed a plate and a couple peices of bacon.
"Track order forms are due today." I reminded her.
"Yes, yes, yes. I know." She handed me a twenty and my order form. "For a shirt and a hat." She told me. I devoured my breakfast, grabbed a Gatorade from the fridge, and shoved it all in my bag.
"Are you sure you'll be okay sweetie?" My mom asked.
Quietly I responded while walking out the door, "I hope so..."
