No good in goodbye

Chapter 1

Heartbreak was one of the most painful things I've ever felt in my life. Never had I cared for someone like him as much as I did at least, so far. His hair was brown at the roots but the rest was as blonde as can be. His eyes were Hazel. Every now and then they change based on his mood. They sparkled like stars as they watched my every move but not yesterday. He claimed he loved me then left me with only a goodbye. Andrew never told me why he was leaving. This was my first heartbreak. He was my first love and my best friend.
"Amelia. Are you alright? You didn't answer my texts all day yesterday and today." I don't answer my sister, instead I wipe my tears and stare at the ground still trying to figure out if all this was a nightmare. "Amelia, an-" I whisper hardly able to get the word out. "No." She looks at my face giving me a concerned look. "Camilla, Andrew left me... he won't even answer my texts." She picks me up and carries me outside. "You can't get over him if you don't keep your mind off him. Do something or I'll make you do something." Why did she always have to medal with my love life? I cross my arms and sit on the ground. She easy picks me up and sets me in the car. Why did I have to be so lightweight? Only the most pathetic people cant pick me up. It reminds me when Andrew and i were still dating, he was always lifting me off the ground and calling me shorty. I missed that... holding his hand while we were walking. I missed kissing him and him telling me he loved me... but, did he really love me? I start crying hard so she hands me a handkerchief which only gets soaking wet. Why did he leave me after all this time? All the promises he made, they must've meant nothing.
"sis, stop crying okay? How about we go to a club and dance the night away or drink ourselves silly?" I groan loudly.
"I think I need that badly." She smiles at my response.
"Atta girl, There's a party dress in the backseat. It's blue like you." She chuckles at her little joke but honestly I found it slightly hurtful. I've always been sensitive and had break downs alot.
As she begins driving to the nearest club, I mumble to myself. "Camilla, why did love have to hurt?"
She sighs quitely and whispers back. "I don't know sis... it just... does sometimes. All you can do is make the best of it."
I slide off my shirt then take off my shorts in the back seat. I frown at her response.
"Its not fair." I whine loudly.
"Well, guess what this sh*t ain't always fair. When life gives you lemons, you make lemonade." I smile for the first time since yesterday.
"I don't make lemonade, I eat the lemons." I slide on the blue dress as my sister parks the car. She cringed as she looks at me. "You're disgusting." I roll my eyes and shoot a bird at her. She laughs cheerfully when she sees. "You love me." I scoff and slide on the heels she handed me.
"I hate you." She starts singing I hate you I love you so I cover my ears. I start heading towards the club as she stops messing around. She was so much faster than me because of how tall she was. People think am not old because of how I look. Short, skinny, a face of a child. When we enter I instantly notice the last person I want to see and most of all... who he's with.