Broken Faith ✓

Chapter 1: He Popped The Bubble

Author's Note: Hi guys! :) My pen name is Felicity. This is my first piece of writing not just on Wattpad, so I would ask you to be patient with this story and if there is something about this story that could be improved you are welcome to leave a constructive comment!

This story has been stirring inside of me for a while now begging to be let out in the world so here goes. Some of it has happened to me and some of it has not. I will let you work out which bits have or haven't happened to me ;)

But any reference to a real person or something that has happened to me has been altered to preserve anonymity. I hope you give this story a chance and if you do, thank you.

Also a quick shoutout to @officialteenbooks for the amazing cover for this book! It is stunning and i love it so thank you!

"You are beautiful. You are confident. You are friendly" I said to myself in the mirror primed with fingerprints.

It was the first day of my final year in high school and even an iota of confidence that I could give myself would come in useful because no one else would utter these few but hopeful words to me.

Although I took pride in my confidence, and friendliness with my peers, I didn't for a second feel beautiful. I stared so intently at the mirror as if that would somehow change the reflection peering back at me.

Chocolate brown eyes. They are the most boring colour of eyes because there's no visible brightness in them, at least not in mine as time continued to steal that from me.

My hair, a mixture of straight and wavy rested at my hips, although if left unbrushed were curly at the bottom as if it couldn't quite decide what it wanted to do with itself. I loved my brown/black hair but I had not one feature on my face that I liked.

My skin had a fair complexion. My nose had the very slightest bump in the middle of the bridge. I had a small forehead but my lips were the weirdest with the bottom lip slightly plump in the middle and the top lip not plump at all.

So channelling my confidence and friendliness I strode out of the bathroom and grabbed some cold toast to satisfy my hunger.

"Are you nervous?" I smiled at him, his presence giving me strength

"I was, but I'm not anymore."

"Why are you nervous? You love school".

How to explain to a 4 year old that although I don't care for appearances, images and reputations that's what high school is. And because it's the final year people would probably expect more. I'm just glad my image was simple with no depth.

"Are you ready for your first day?" I asked.

"I can't wait! School is going to be awesome!" I was proud of the zest I had instilled into his mind with regards to school. Besides, it was the only thing that could help us both succeed.

As we were walking hand in hand I breathed in the fresh air and it warmed my insides. We played our little game, trying to find out things about each other that we don't already know with would you rather questions.

"Would you rather kiss a monkey or a boy?" Arlo asked.

"A monkey"

"Would you rather kiss a horse or a boy?"

"Horse"

"I got it! Would you rather kiss a baboon's butt or a boy?" he asked with a wry smile.

I couldn't help but laugh and answer honestly, "Baboon's butt".

"What? I was sure you were going to say boy this time!"