Chapter Three

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"What is wrong with- Oh. My. God." Lana said as she saw the heartbreaking sight that I saw.
Right across the lunch room I saw Madyson kissing Henry! I was devastated. Henry was the only guy I have ever liked in this school and Madyson had to take him away from me!
"I'm going to kill that little monster!" Lana mumbled to herself while I pretended not to hear her.
"I.. uh... have to go to the bathroom," I lied. I had to get out of there.
I walked normally out of the lunch room but once I was in the hallway I darted towards the bathroom.
Once I got there I just stared at myself in the mirror. I saw my brown curly hair go down a bit past my shoulders, my hazel eyes shining from the reflection of the light, and my darkish pale skin. After just staring at myself in the mirror for a few minutes, I headed back to the lunch room. I didn't eat lunch that day and I still wasn't hungry. I just felt sick because the guy that I like was kissed by the girl I hate.
"Mom, I'm home!" I yelled as I walked in through the front door.
I was still thinking about what happened at lunch. And I thought I hated Madyson as much as possible but now I hate her even more. I was so busy thinking about Madyson and Henry to notice that Dad wasn't home.
"Wait, where's dad?" I asked Mom as she walked in the room.
"Oh.. uh.. well... you're father and I.. are.. um..." Mom stuttered. "Getting a divorce." She said the last part quickly.
"WHAT!!!!" I yelled. "You and Dad are so happy together."
I didn't even let Mom explain. I just ran up stairs as fast as I could. Once I got in my room I burst into tears. Not only did Madyson kiss the boy of my dreams, but my parents are getting a divorce.
I cried until about 6 pm and didn't come out of my room until 8. I decided to go for a late night walk to clear my head. I put on my jacket and some jeans. I left the house without saying a word. I started heading to the fire escape in an ally-way in the middle of town. It's where I usually go to get peace and quiet. If I could go back in time and not go out though , I definitely would.

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