From Broken Hearted To A New Beginning

Chapter 1

Wednesday, February 13, 2010 must have been the worst day of my life; or at least it felt like it. I had never felt so depressed in my life! My crush and best friend, OF SIX YEARS, had rejected my request to become my boyfriend. Not only had he said no, but he said it in front of the entire school! Everyone was laughing and making fun of me; I felt like I was about to die.

Trey Thomas is 16 years old, "5'8", plays both football and basketball, and is every girl's dream guy. Before the day he rejected me, he was my dream guy too. Never in a million years had I thought Trey Thomas, out of all people, would reject me. He was the nicest person I knew and we were friends for years. I knew almost everything about him and vice versa so I thought for sure we'd make the perfect couple, but I was wrong.
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I met Trey in the 4th grade. It was the first day of school; I was new so I didn't know where my class was or where to go to find out, so I just walked around the school until I found someone to ask. Luckily for me, Trey was standing in the hallway looking confused too. I walked over to him, lightly tapped him on his shoulder and asked him if he were new too. He turned around and had the biggest smile I've ever seen from a boy plastered on his face, and replied "yes". I smiled back and told him I was too. Together we walked around the school looking for someone to help us find our class. After about 2 minutes we ran into one of the 4th grade teachers. We told her our situation and she immediately brung us to the office to see who class we were in. Fortunately for us, we were in the same class and we had been close ever since.

By the time Trey and I were in the 6th grade we had known just about everything about each other. Every secret he had he'd tell me and the same went with me. Our parents loved our relationship. They teased us many of times, telling us that when we got older we'd starting liking each other and start to date. As kids we didn't care about all that and every time they brung up the subject we ignored them. It wasn't until the summer of 7th grade when I came to realize that they were right....