( 10 years later)
It was a gloomy,depressing Monday morning and I was teaching my first period science class at Ridgeway High. " Mrs.Collins what is nitrogen?" my student Sarah asked."It is a gas that doesn't react" I answered back. " Make sure you know how much of the earth it takes up" I told Sarah. "Umm seventy eight percent" she hesitantly said. " You got it" I reassured her. Science has always been my passion ever since I was a little girl and that's why I love teaching it.Science is who I am. But on the other hand, science brings back horrific memories when I was in highschool.
I dated this boy named Noah. Noah gave me that special feeling. That feeling that I doubt any girl has ever felt before. He made my heart flutter like a butterfly about to sore into the sky. He made me feel like I was the only priority in his life. Like I was the only girl in the world. That was until all of that crashed down like a roller coaster descending of the steepest drop when I found out that he only used me to tutor him in science so he can get his grades up.
That brought back tragic memories. Noah broke everything I had. He broke the trust I had for anyone, my happiness and pretty much everything I felt for him. I couldn't believe he had the nerve to do something so cruel to me. How does he bare to look at himself in the mirror? I doubt he even cares. Noah broke and shattered me into a million helpless pieces without looking back to see how I felt. That boy was bad news from day one. He thinks that a girls heart is a game. That you can mess and play around with it. Well let me tell you one thing, a girls heart is as sensitive as glass. You need to be careful with it because if you don't ,it can break and loose everything it has. Noah made it difficult for me to love ever again. Everyday I see a boy that I like and see a potential future with, I think am I willing to take the risk? Am I willing to take the risk of trusting and giving everything I am to someone knowing that it can all fall apart in the end? To be a hundred percent honest, I don't even know.

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Teen FictionI'm like a puzzle with missing pieces... He's the idiot who lost them.