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All seems to be going perfectly well in the young and assertive life of Rory Anderson.
But, like every point in a teenagers life, things begin to fall apart: in her case, it's her love life.
When Caleb, her boyfriend of two long yea...
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A MONTH AFTER I started dating Caleb, I felt like the happiest girl in the world.
Like every love struck teenager, I planned out how I wanted the rest of my life to unravel.
I would go to college and study to become a teacher; I loved working with kids. I've always thought that they'd had the most unusual mindset and I adored being around them.
I would hopefully start the job at the age of twenty-two. I'd live in a dorm room with Olivia who I'd share the whole college experience with.
And when I'd graduated, I'd move in with Caleb who would be on his way to become a successful lawyer.
My life was all planned out and I couldn't be happier about it.
When the time was right, he would propose to me in the most romantic way-just like the time he'd asked me to be his girlfriend.
We would get married and have three healthy children. The first two would be boys and then an adorable little girl would come along a bit later; I wanted her to have Caleb's eyes-beautiful and blue.
I was young and I had so much more time to grow but the life which I'd envisioned was the life I wanted.
And maybe I was completely foolish to ever think that this life I'd planned out would be my reality, when really it was a mere fantasy in which I'd made up to keep myself content.
Swinging back and forth on the hammock that stood on the porch of my house, I stared out into the distance and become lost in my own thoughts.
Caleb told me he was coming round tonight to take me out and I was beyond ecstatic. For the first time in a long time he was the one to suggest we go out and I couldn't wait: I felt a slight ray of hope burst from within.
My eyes shifted to my phone that lay idly on my lap. It was coming up for half past five.
He was over an hour late.
I tried calling him numerous times and not once did he pick up. He didn't even send a text message.
I didn't cry because it was useless. I wasn't even mad at Caleb. I was just...disappointed.
Scoffing as I shook my head, I pushed my hands against the surface of the hammock and rose to my feet, wobbling for a second until I could regain full balance.
