Hairy postyles and loion teasley

TAKE ONE

The night sky looks like an old patched quilt, with soft fluffy cotton clouds bursting out of the seams.

I feel like the sky is what makes the night beautiful. I hear a ding from my old flip phone, and I see a message from my girlfriend of three years.
Breaking up with you ;) xxx
My heart feels like its been pierced, by the veil, and I collapse to the ground, clutching my chest with my trembling hands. I feel as if my entire reality has shattered; a migraine quickly makes it way into my brain. How could she do this to me? And with the nerve to put three kisses at the end? With a scream of frustration, I hurl the phone towards the water beside me, and stare as it slowly sinks into the murky depths of the tiny pond.
I take a deep breath and freeze in that position. This has to be a joke, or a dare, or something, right? I pace back and forth in front of the pond. I couldn't even contact her now to ask.
When reality sets in, I run; I run away from the pond, I run away from the town, I run away from my life. I can't deal with this anymore. Life was hard enough, and now I don't even have my girlfriend, the love of my life, the apple of my eye, my soulmate. Gone.

The next morning, I wake up in my bed at home, my greasy clothes still on me, and a huge hangover suffocating me.

What happened last night? I rarely ever drink....unless something horrible has happened.
A pang of realization hits me, as I crumble to my knees, and I remember the fateful text from the girl that had supposedly loved me. I remembered a day in September when she took me to the frosty lake, held my hand and told me she couldn't live without me. That she loved me. And I had said it back, because at the time, it was real, every moment was real, every feeling I had was burning through me at how much I loved this girl, how close I felt, how I'd never survive without her.
And now I was going to have to learn to deal with it.
I groaned. Today was going to be a long day.
I got changed, and headed to the living room for breakfast. As I finished and walked out the door, my mum called out, "Bye honey! Treat your girlfriend well." I tried not to let the tears fall as I smiled shakily back at her and walked out.
When I arrived at school, I headed to the spot my group usually hung out at. Then I realised I had a slight problem; my...ex-girlfriend was going to be there.
I turned the other direction. There was no more going in just one direction. Just as I thought I was out of sight, my best friend Neviall Longran yelled, "Oi, HAIRY!" I flinched as I turned around slowly.
"Now's not really a good time, Neviall. Taymione kinda broke up with me."
He laughed good naturedly. "Oh, that. Did I not tell you?" He grinned. "Me and Tay are a thing now. That's why she broke up with you, mate. Didn't want to be cheating on either of us. Good of her, eh? Part of the reason I fell in love with her, but you know all about that don't you?"
I looked at him, hurt flashing through my eyes as his betrayal sunk in. Tay had broken up with me...for my best friend? I stifled the curse words that ran through my mind at top speed. How could she do this? How could HE do this? I fumed as I ran away. Yet again.
Little did I know I was running straight to my future.