Hard To Say "I Love You"

Prolouge

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   I walked through the hallway well aware of how people were whispering...
   "Hey! You're Amarante Labelle, right?" I heard a male voice call out.
Just when I was about to keep on walking, I felt someone grab my shoulder and pushed me against a locker.
   The room fell silent.
   "Yes, I am..." I stared at the floor and tucked my face within my scarf. The whole hallway paid attention to us.
   "So, you're the girl who's mother died..." The boy said with a sigh. I slightly raised my head when all of a sudden, he punched the locker closest to me.
   "Tell me," he came closer to my ear and whispered, "Was it really bloody, or did you not see any of it at all?"
   My eyes shot open. The boy's head forcefully swung to the left.
   I slapped him.
   "Am I just a joke to you?" I stood in the very center of the hallway, "Am I your source of entertainment? I didn't ask to live, if I could've chose whether to die, or not in the car crash, I would've chose to die!"
   "Then die already!" The boy pushed me and I fell back, causing me to drop all my books.
   The front door of the school swung open and sent a breeze of Winter fresh air through the building.
   "Hey, say you're sorry!" Christelle and Lucie, my two best friends, said in sync angrily stomping towards us.
   "I'm a man with no regrets." The boy answered.
   As I bent down to get my stuff, Christelle and Lucie helped.
   "Well, you're a poor excuse of a man Mr. Bordeu. A true man doesn't hit a woman. I bet your mother would love to get a phone call and a meeting today. Now get in my office!" Mrs. Beaumont pointed towards her door and the boy left.
   "Amarante, are you okay?" Lucie rested her hand upon my shoulder as Christelle held me.
   I began to shake and all of a sudden brushed them off me. "Why don't you all just leave me alone?"
   I ran out of the hallway to the lunchroom, into the kitchen and out through the back doors. Ignoring all the people who called after me, I sat in a ball and cried.
   Suddenly, the back doors to the kitchen whipped open. I lifted my head to see who it was.
   "Antoine..."
   My best friend, Antoine Bellerose.
He walked towards me looking angry and I stood. When we were face to face, his expression softened.
   "Amarante..." Antoine said as he held me in a gentle hug.
   "Amarante," He said once again, "are you okay?"
   "I'm fine..." I answered, well aware that I was lying.
   "Stop it... You're not fine, so don't make the situation worse. Don't lie to me, or to yourself about your feelings, Amarante." Antoine said in such a kind voice.
   I felt a drop in my stomach and a pit in my throat. I began to cry...
   "There you go, I'm here for you. I'll always be here for you Amarante Labelle..."

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   This all happened 3 years ago when I was in 5th Grade. After my mother's death, my family and I moved to Italy at the end of my 6th Grade year.
   Now I'm back for my second year of highschool.
   Antoine will you greet me with a hug so gently again like you did 3 years ago...?