One Day.
One Choice.
One Mistake.
That's how it started.
She steadily walked on the cracked sidewalk, head slightly down. Kori was her name.
She was listening to music and texting her best friend Juliet. This girl had a lot of best friends, but Juliet was her main one, she was always there for her.She was 11 when it happened.
Kori was in a Leadership group, along with Juliet, that was welcoming new kids that day. She suddenly got a text from Juliet.
Hurry up and get here! We're about to start! Maybe you'll find a guy today ;)
She quickly tries to text Juliet back.
I’m about 2 blocks away. I’ll be there soon! <3
Okay love <3 See you soon! Your prince charming’s waiting!
She chuckled at Juliet. The reason they became friends is because they were both the happiest people in the school. Not even as an act, they really were happy.
Kori approached the school she so dearly adored. Sincerely.
She immediately saw Juliet and ran up to hug her. They were standing on the East side of their elementary school. 5th graders.
Waiting.
10 minutes of it.
The buses with the new kids to school screeched to where the Leadership group was standing.
One by one the kids stepped off, all different grades, all different stories.
Some transferred because they moved. Some because there wasn’t enough room in their old school. Some because they needed to get away from their old school.
And then there was him.
She didn’t care what his story was, though she later found out it was for getting in trouble.
First, it was the eyes that drove her crazy. They were blue, like the ocean.
Then, the hair. The color was a beautiful golden color. The way the sun caught it that early October morning was breathtaking.
Her cheeks were a crimson color. She had to move to the back of the crowd so he didn’t see.
Juliet looked at her with utter confusion.
“Why are your cheeks red, Kori?”
It’s him, Kori thought.
“Are they red?” She faked.
But Juliet could see right through her.
“Yes, Kori, they are. Are you okay?”
“Fine.”
That was 3 years ago.
Things are very different now than you’d expect.
And that girl is me.
YOU ARE READING
She's Broken.
Teen Fiction"Fuck Up." "Piece of Shit." "Not Worth It." "Annoying." "Slut." "Mother Fucker." "Bitch." "Hypocrite." They echo in her ear, whispering the words that destroyed her.