Firiah ➳ T.J. {IN EDITING}

Emotional Breakdown

Miriah's POV

After Spanish and English class there is Physical Ed. Zachariah, Marilyn, and Mark are in my class, luckily.

I change into my black booty shorts and a white undergarment, put my hair in a long pony-tail and left my converse on.

Unfortunately Four is in my class so I have  to deal with his childish antics.

"Back up dudes she's taken" Mark says putting his arms around my shoulder and talking to nobody in particular.

I roll my eyes and giggle.

"Yeah, in what world of fantasy?" I ask and push him away.

"Don't play so hard to get babe" Mark says and kisses me on the cheek.

Mark doesn't really like me like that. He only jokes around like that when he sees that I'm angry or wants to tease me on purpose.

"Leave me alone" I say and smile.

Today we are playing dodge-ball with hard basketballs.

When the coach blows her whistle, we begin to play. I dodge balls, throw them, dodge them, and throw them until It's Four and I on the opposite teams.

He throws the ball towards my direction, I dodge it, throw mine, pick up the other one, and throw it at him.

That was a stupid move because now, he can hit me with two of the balls. I squat down, ready to dodge both of them. He throws one and I quickly dodge it.

For the second on, he seems like he's about to throw it but he doesn't. Unfortunately, it is too late because I've already moved to one side of the court and he throws it at me getting me at the stomach.

The impact causes me to fall backwards as pain shoots throughout my whole body.

I look over at his direction and there's a smug smile on his face. I roll my eyes and struggle to get up as Mark helps me.

"Want me to get him back?" Mark asks.

"Nope, I've got this." I say giving Four a good and hard glare.

The second round is easy, dodging, throwing, more dodging, and more throwing. Then it's Four and I again.

I ignore the cheers on the side and give him and icy glare with a smirk on my face.

"Come on, little girl. Let's she what you have."

"I'm not a little girl!" I say, fake aiming the basketball to the right.

When he moves to the left, I aim straight for his forehead.

Once the basketball and his forehead become best buddies my coach blows the whistle, scolding me.

I scoff then look back at him with the same smug smile he had on his face.

Now it's time for the third round.

This time, Four didn't even wait for us to be the only ones in the court. He threw the ball right at my face.

I fall hard to the ground with dark spots blurring my vision for a few seconds.

When I'm sure I'm okay, I get up, shrug Mark, who helped me up, off of me and walk out of the gym not caring that the coach is calling after me.

While I am walking I hear footsteps running after me.

"Miriah wait up!"

I grimace. It's Four.

I turn  around.

"What do you want Four?!"

"Wait up!" He yells across the hallways.

I turn  around and continue walking. He eventually catches up to me and grabs  my shoulders.

"What?!" I yell shoving him.

"It was just a joke calm down." He says.

"Don't tell me to calm down! Four just don't!"

"Dude why are you so mad?" He asks.

"I'd like to know how'd you feel if you had a messed  up dad who tried to kill your mom this morning, someone steal your phone, then hit you with a basketball on the head and ask you to freaking  CALM DOWN" I yell even louder.

He looks down.

"I'm sorry Miriah. But I'd never know how I'D feel if my dad tried to kill my mom." He said rubbing his back hair.

"Yeah because your life is so perfect! You don't need to brag Four!"

"No. Because my dad died two years ago and my moms an alcoholic." He says.

I look down. Now I feel  really bad for him.

"Four--"

"Now you know your not the only one with a messed up life" he says.

Then he walks  away.

I  feel something I'm not use to feeling.

Guilt.

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Authors note:

Sorry I didn't upload this yesterday! My sister was sick and we spent basically the whole day in the hospital. And I'm a little bit sick too! But don't worry everything is pre-written in my notebook so I'm prepared. I'll also be taking some ideas from you guys :) thanks!

I'm also working on another story that I wanted to publish yesterday but forgot to save it and when I came back to it, it was gone and I lost the notebook for that story too. :( but I'll be posting the intro either today or tomorrow.