The brown haired girl walked passed the school gate.
The breeze moves her hair slightly.
Greeted by here fellow students, Anna walks past them, waving.
She sees someone she hasn't seen for two years.
Him.
He waves at her, smiling, he walks towards her with his arm around another girl. She walks away, with tears in her eyes. She pushes the bathroom door, and washes her face.
He was the death of her. She couldn't control her feelings, she wasn't that girl that was fragile.
She changed.
He didn't deserve her presence,
She straightened her leather jacket. She combed her hair and reapplied her makeup.
She walked out of the bathroom with confidence.
He waved at her again, she walked past him.
He stood there, speechless, with another girl clinging.
Her fake tan and short skirt screamed slut.
Step one completed.
