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Roger's P.O.V.
I look outside my car window to see Cheryl. Just... holding hands with another man. The man about my height and has short, light brown hair. I know it isn't one of her relatives because he looks nothing like her. I get so emotional that I contemplated on running them over. Instead, I just sat in my car and waited for them to walk away.

I close my eyes and wish I never saw her there. I wish we never argued. I wish she hadn't cheated. Tears start to roll down my cheeks. Cheryl was my only girlfriend who I actually loved.

After I'm done crying, I drive home. Once I get home, I immediately go upstairs to my room. My mum knocks on the door. "Rog? Are you okay in there?" she asks. "I'm fine. I'll tell you later," I shout. When I hear her footsteps fade away, I take my pillow and scream into it.

Maybe I should call one of my friends. Hm, no, there all busy. I look into the clothes I bought and I think of that time I was in my mom's clothes. I get up and lock my door.

I put on the skirt and shirt I bought for myself. I put on my makeup and I look in the mirror.

"Why do I feel comfortable in these clothes?" I ask myself. I take one of my records and put it on my record player.

I start to cry again. My tears wash my makeup off of my face. When I'm done crying my eyes out, I get up to wipe the makeup of my face. I go to my bathroom and I try to wash it off. It just make's it worse. I look like a clown.

"If I try to change, the makeup will get everywhere. If I try to wipe my hands of with a towel, my mum will notice. She's cleaning all our towels in the bathrooms today anyway."

I notice that there's makeup all over my hand.

"Should I wipe my hands over all the clothes? Hm, no for some reason I don't want to ruin the clothes."

I look around my room. No tissues at all. The only place I know that has tissues is my parent's room.

I slowly yet carefully open my door trying not to get makeup on the door. I check the halls to see if my parents are there. There's no one. It's clear.

I hear my mum cooking. I peak down the stairs to make sure she doesn't notice. I run to her room and go to their bathroom.

"Finally," I say to myself. "Time to wash this hot mess off."

I close the door and start to rub the makeup off when all of a sudden, my mum open's the door with a pan in her hand.

"Intruder!" she says hitting me with her pan.