Chapter 1

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Oh god.

Look at him.

Just sitting there acting like I don't exist! I mean seriously?! We have been together for a year...NO we were together for a year! Ugh! Seriously why now? Why did he have to go and be stupid and break my heart? Great! Now I'm freakin crying in class! I just don't understand, what did I do wrong? Am I not pretty enough? Am I boring? Am I not...good in bed?! Wow...I can't believe I just thought that! Of course I'm not good in bed! I've only had sex once and that was two days ago and the day after he flipping broke up with me! I thought he loved me....

"Miss Miller is everything alright?"

My head snapped up to meet my teachers concerned gaze.

"Umm...may I use the restroom Mrs. Adams, please?" I whispered in hopes of not bringing attention to everyone else that I'm crying like a baby in the middle of my English class. Obviously that didn't work since I'm usually a loud bubbly person and whispering is not my thing, so of course everyone turned to look at me to see what was going on.

" Yes, of course Taylor go ahead, is everything ok?" Mrs. Adams asked.

I couldn't get any words out, afraid I'd let out a sob, so I just shook my head 'No' and grabbed my book bag and fled the class as fast as possible. I made sure I didn't look at him at all as I left the class. I couldn't bear to see what he was thinking. Was he laughing at me? Did he feel bad at all? Oh god why did I believe him when he told me he would love me forever!? Because you love him even though you knew he was way out of your league! A voice in my head told me.

I ran straight to the girls restroom and into the closest open stall and slammed it shut! I slid down to the floor sobbing my heart out! I hate my life! Oh god, oh god, oh god it hurts so bad! I can't breathe! I feel like I'm going to faint! If I don't stop crying soon I'm going to pass out I know I will! Ok deep breaths Taylor I told my self. I can do this! I'm not some weak person! I don't sit in the girls bathroom crying my eyes out over a boy! But you loved him and he used you then left you broken and alone. OMG! Shut up already! That's not helping, I told myself! Geez!

Taking a few thousand deep breaths (not really but it sure felt like it), I managed to stop my sobs and bring it down to just whimpering. Oh yeah cause that's so much better! Will you just shut the hell up! Gosh why do I have to be such a bitch to myself. Hah! That made me laugh a little bit, which is so much better than crying like a baby right now.

Okay. I think I can do this. Just stand up, unlock the bathroom stall and go to the sink and fix your face (pshh yeah I'm sure I look like a bee stung my face! I am NOT a pretty crier!), then go to your next class and forget about Matt. He doesn't matter! Yeah if only I believed that. Well I'm just going to have to start believing it. He left me so I guess now is the time to move on! Wasn't Johnny asking Jenny about me last week? Hmm they say rebounds are good for a broken heart right? Ugh wow that sounded so bad! I can't do that to Johnny. He's a sweet guy and that wouldn't be fair to him. I guess this is all me! I can be strong! Yes, I can! And I will be!

Picking myself up off the bathroom floor, I left the stall and went to the sink. Looking at the mirror I saw how terrible I looked. I took out my makeup bag and fixed my face as well as I could. I stared at myself in the mirror taking in my image. Dark blonde wavy mid back length hair, ocean blue eyes, curvy but slim body, I'm not short at 5'7 but not overly tall so most guys are taller than me. In all honestly I know I'm pretty, but I'm not hot or sexy. I don't scream sex appeal. Which most teenage boys want. I'm obviously not the type of girl to just give it up, since it took me a year to sleep with my ex boyfriend and I gave him my V-card! Oh well, I'll never change my look. I can't pull off sexy so why even try, I'm more of the girl next door type. Innocent looking, but hangs with all the guys because its more fun! That's how I met Matt. We used to be best friends growing up. Now...well now I can't even look him in the eye without crying or being humiliated.

"Okay Tay you got this! Stop

Acting like a little bitch and suck it up! You. Are. Not. A. Crier. So snap out of it! And get on with your life! You are better than him!" I stood there telling my reflection. Huh. I don't really look like I believe myself. Looks like I'll have to try harder next time.

Picking up my book bag I walked out of that bathroom with my head held high. I was going to make it through this day without crying again even if it killed me!

Welcome to my life as a senior at Fairmont High. My name is Taylor Miller, and I am picking up the pieces of my broken heart, one day at a time. What a great start to

Senior year don't you think? (Can you hear the sarcasm?)

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