Dear Niklaus

Chapter 1: Exes

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"Mom!" I yelled throughout the house nearly tripping inside with my blurry eyes. Throwing my keys on the table, I noticed she still wasn't answering me, and that rarely happened.

"Mom where are you?" Slowly making my way up the stairs I decided to just head towards my room. I didn't have the patience at the moment to look for her. 

Have you ever looked at someone you've known and loved and wondered where you went wrong? Well that's what I'm thinking to myself now. My so called best friend has crossed boundaries she once herself swore she never would. Her and my boyfriend have been hooking up for the past three months. I feel extremely stupid since my actual friends told me he was no good, but I was too dumb to listen and decided to date him anyway. That so called friend is never to speak to me again as long as she is living. We were friends since diapers and then she turns and does something like this.

Why didn't I see the signs when it came to them two? The way they would stare at each other and the sexual innuendos he would make towards her. I was oblivious and that just makes me wonder what else has passed me. I am the epitome of an idiot. I sat on my bed grabbing my laptop and logging on to Facebook. The very first thing I did was delete Jacqueline, said ex-friend, and Niklaus, ex-boyfriend, from my friends and blocking them as well. Why not go the full mile? The next task is to change my relationship status. I went and looked at my wall and many of my classmates had written on my wall saying little comforting comments about the situation. Niklaus wasn't only apologizing through text and trying to call, but also through social media. I wish I could forgive him, but I've put too much energy into this relationship to only have him spit in my face.

A chat window opened up onto the screen. Cassie, a close friend, who I met sophomore year. Cassie is originally from New York, but moved to California after her dad received a business offer. It seems as if I've known her all my life.

Cassie: How are you doing honey?

Kyra: Do you have to ask?

Cassie: Of course I do. I may know you, but I can't read your mind girl. I'm worried. 

Kyra: You don't need to worry about me Cassie. I'm fine. 

Cassie: Just know that I'm here when you want to talk.

Kyra: Okay. I'll call you later.

After signing out of Facebook, I face planted my pillow and screamed my precious lungs out. There goes another relationship down the drain. I've had three boyfriends throughout my life. My first boyfriend was in eighth grade. His name was Trevor and he was the most adorable thing! It took him five tries for me to say yes to his proposal of me dating him. After about a month, I broke it off with him because I found interest in someone else, but that ended up falling through when I found out the guy had a girlfriend. When I met Trevor a couple of years later, he was gay. We still keep in contact till this day.   

My second boyfriend was in ninth grade. His name was Malcolm and he was a senior at the time. It was completely weird and uncomfortable dating him considering our ranking in the school. With him being a senior and the quarterback of the Varsity Football Team and me just a plain Jane freshman it didn't work. Eventually, he found another girl, who was on his level, and I flied solo until my senior year, which I must admit is a long time, but I needed a break to figure out exactly what I wanted. The relationship I just got out of made me think I maybe should have waited a little longer.

At this moment, I'm considering becoming a lesbian, but then again I couldn't see myself with another girl. Never mind. That idea is out the window. I cried myself to sleep thinking what has my life come to. 

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The next morning I felt as if I could die. Going back to school and facing everyone after yesterday, is going to be pure torture. I can imagine them all whispering in the corners while I walked down the hall with my head hung low. Maybe I shouldn't go to school. That seems like a good idea. Yeah that's what I'll do. 

Then again, I have two exams that are imperative to my GPA. The teachers are not willing to give make-up test either. It's settled. I'll go to school today and endure the agonizing stares and gossip. 

I placed my feet on the hard wood floor and dragged myself to the bathroom. Once I showered, I looked through my wardrobe and threw an outfit together. Back in the bathroom, I went to brush my teeth and apply a light coat of makeup. What I saw in the mirror was not me. My eyes had bags and dark circles and my skin was pale compared to my usually cinnamon toned complexion. Maybe I need more than a little BB cream today. If I didn't leave within the next 5 minutes, I'd be late. In record time, I was out the door and headed to Hell.

I noticed my mom still wasn't home and that was no surprise to me. Since her and my father divorced, she's been going out almost every night and not coming back home until the late afternoon the next day. I hope that this phase of hers will pass soon... and I mean very soon. 

Upon arriving at school, I all but ran to the office to get a late slip and get to class. Stepping in the classroom was like arriving to a wedding late. Everyone turned their heads and stared at me. The teacher grimaced. I put the late slip on the teacher's desk and headed toward my seat in the back of the class in between my least two favorite people, Jacqueline and Niklaus. Both of the two avoided looking at me and that was probably their best bet. 

This class was the most agonizing fifty minutes in my entire time attending this school. I would catch Jacqueline and Niklaus stealing glances at me, but I kept my attention front and center. Finally, this class ended. I hurriedly grabbed my bag and practically ran out the classroom. I kept my head down and pushed my way through the crowded hallway to my locker. Two pieces of folded paper fell out the locker. I kneeled to pick them up. I opened the first note and it read: 

Kyra, 

Clearly, I have screwed up being the best friend you claimed. I just want you to give me a chance to explain everything. If you would like to hear my side of the story, meet me for lunch. 

-Jacqueline

I truly felt disgusted and I was not going to talk to her. I don't even want to see her face...let alone hear her voice. I had a gut feeling who the other note was from, so I didn't even bother reading it. I closed my locker and walked toward the garbage can throwing the notes away. 

I continued the rest of my day with Cassie since she seemed to be my only true friend. Others attempted to converse with me, but I blew them off and they said a few choice words they thought I didn't hear. I could care less what people say about me because now I am going to be a completely different person.