Tears burned in my eyes as I ran down the hallway to my room. I heard matt call my name from floors up, but I didn't care. I flung open my door and landed on my bed. I cried and cried.
"Is kissing all he really cares about?" I asked myself over and over. Eventually I fell asleep in a puddle of tears.
The next morning, I was very reluctant to go to my first class. But I had to go, because if I didn't, they would call mom, and I'm kinda planning on not talking to her for like ever. I angrily got dressed and walked out the door. As I awkwardly sat next to Matt in the classroom, I thought: "When I was with Matt, I wasn't thinking about mom or anything else; just being happy with him. I just left him last night and I already miss talking to him."
I scribbled down a few words onto a note and passed it to Matt when the teacher wasn't looking. It read:
"Meet me at the bubble room after this. Please."
Matt eyes lit up and he smiled at me. The rest of the class seemed to take forever. When the bell rang, I sprinted out the door so I could get there before Matt. I discreetly opened the door and slipped in. I waited for about half a minute before Matt came in.
"Listen, I'm really sor-"
He didn't say anymore, because it was interrupted by a kiss.
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It's Not Fair
Teen FictionKamila is a pretty well-behaved kid, but when she is blamed for something she didn't do, her mom takes it way too overboard and sends her to boarding school. She is left all alone, with no friends or even the slightest familiar face. While being th...
