One a-little-over-one-year-long relationship and a heartbreak later.
Let's rewind a bit:
Remember the girl, the center of attention, especially from boys? Well, I became friends with her. Her name is Tara. She didn't actually seem that bad, once I got to know her. We would talk a lot, laugh a lot and I became quite the center of attention too.
Of course this good of a moment wouldn't last long. It got bad once I found out she likes the same boy as me. Remember Peter, the dark, curly haired one I went ice skating with once? Well, we kind of sort of kissed and started dating right after. I was in seventh heaven. First boyfriend, first love. He was everything I dreamed of: soccer player, funny, gentleman, sweet, had a nice family, I felt like I belonged. I was so head over heels in love with him that I even lost my virginity. Hell, if I knew what would come next.
Tara started flirting with Peter. At first I haven't seen it as a big deal. I mean, maybe they were becoming friends...right? Oh how I was wrong.
Eventually, Peter cheated on me with her. We broke up. Of course I couldn't stand talking to her either. The worst part is, being a great manipulator that he was, he turned all my other so-called-friends against me. My friends didn't even listen to my part of the story, Peter was the poor and hurt one. I was the bitch of course. They even befriended Tara. I was devastated.
Needless to say, my eating disorder sort of crept its way into my life again. I was never the type that would eat a lot when under stress or pressure. I was quite the opposite. And I was under a lot of pressure for quite some time. My mom was worried. My whole family was worried. Hell, even I was worried about myself and that doesn't happen often. Everything got even worse when I had to get surgery to have my appendix removed. The surgery went bad, I had the wound inflamed so I went back to the hospital for almost a month.
When I came back to school after more than two months, another shock awaited me. Guess who was the newest couple? Peter and Tara. Only good thing about this? My friends finally realized their mistake and saw my part of the story at last. What's more, even the majority of my classmates realized what a bitch Tara is. She was being bullied. I sure as hell didn't expect that.
Eventually I got better. Peter graduated. I kind of made up with Tara over the summer. I realized that I have to spend another three years in the same classroom with her so I might as well talk to her. It's not like we became friends again. We just tolerated each other. The bullying stopped as well. Success, right? Well, we'll see about that.
What about Andrew you ask? We started talking a bit throughout the year, but it wasn't anything special. I had my own problems and he didn't really care, it's not like we were friends.
Let's see how that's going to change.
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Honest Diaries
Non-FictionA little insight into a high school girl's mind, falling in love with one boy that keeps his place in her thoughts throughout her life, struggling with her feelings.