Broken & On The Mend

Chapter 1

Most stories end happily or with some sort of conclusion with a lesson learned. This story however, is not like other stories. It's typical in the sense of unrequited love in high school, but the truth is I learned nothing from this experience. All I learned is that when someone breaks your heart you have to show them that you don't need them anymore. It's a childish act I know, but I am frustrated as one is in high school. Don't get me wrong, I love it here, but alas it could've been so much better. I ruin things for myself you know. I'm that girl the cheerful one, everyone knows, some find obnoxious and annoying, but no one knows how those girls really feel. Well for once you will step into my view and this is how I see my story.

I was a lousy old freshman. Walking into high school was like a dream. I grew up expecting the world to be all unicorns and rainbows, you know the way the typical child does. Boy was high school a slap of reality. There was no singing in the cafeteria like high school music, only bustling students shoving each other out of the way. There was no bully asking for lunch money, only people commenting things on facebook or subtweeting about kids. I wasn't really into the whole social media thing so I had hardly been bullied in my lifetime. I knew plenty of kids at my school I grew up with some of them from down in preschool. I lived a fairly okay life but I had my problems here or there. I was one of four kids, I was one of the middle children, the second oldest to be exact. My brother was smart and quiet and pretty much everything I wasn't. My sisters were cheerful and looked up to me even though I wasn't the best role model. I'm sure this wasn't really a good thing in my mother's eyes. My mom loved me don't get me wrong, we were really close, but becoming a teenager was hard and I got angry more. I got yelled at more often and accused my parents of not loving me. Granted I seemed like an awful child but I really tried not to be. It was hard though. I had gotten to a point where one thing could change my mood and I found life hard to enjoy, it was quite sad. This sudden shift actually began in seventh grade, when I started cutting myself. I know must've been for attention. Honestly, maybe it was. I thought I was in love with a boy, truly I did he became my world and he started giving me the silent treatment after being asked about our relationship. Yes it was a typical middle school relationship, we just held hands and stuff but he was my world. So he ended up leaving me, my friends all stood by and noticed how sad I got. His best friend had also become one of mine, we all used to talk on the phone everday after school until the early morning because we thought we were cool. We were a close group and I loved them. I worried my friend would leave me because my boyfriend did. He didn't to my surprise, at least, not yet. He consoled me for a year until he too left me for radio silence. That close group dismantled slowly but surely. I am still aqquainted with the two girls who were a part of it and still sometimes talk to my ex, but not my friend and that hurts more than he knows. So yes in seventh grade I became a depressed mess over a boy.

It was quite shocking to me too. Boys weren't really my strong suit. High school was going to be hard. Growing up in the world I thought we lived in I thought 'Ya! I'm in high school now that means I get a boyfriend.' That also proved to be wrong, apparently girls waited for boys to ask them out. Now I'm awful because by the time a guy likes me back, I no longer like them. I guess I'm only in it for the challenge.Freshman year was the first time since elemenatry school that I would be in school with kids more than a year older than me and I was bloody terrified. Everyone knows all the grades hate the freshman. What was even worse was my mom had gotten me into colorguard, people who spin flags in the band. The whole school hated them including the band members. While I was in band though I met some of the most amazing people of my life, some who which completely ruined it for me. My life proved to be a lot more work than I thought it would be for me. A part of me wishes I didn't join the band and meet the idiot I did but the other part was glad because he taught me a lesson before I got hurt.

I had my best friend by my side in colorguard her name was April. I loved her to death but she was quite a bit of a drama queen and got on my nerves a lot. We were both new to colorguard so we both sucked equally and we had a good time doing so, though we quickly learned colorguard was hard due to all the bitchy girls. We got on with all of them fine though. Some of them had been dating other people in the band for years, and all the girls were sure to introduce us to the other band members at the parties. The camp for colorguard started the year before but I had gone away, and missed it so I knew no one but April. Soon did I find out that we had a girl who was amazing at colorguard named Avery who joined colorguard this year. Everyone absolutely loved her and I soon did to she became one of my closest friends and proved to be the next person I was going to try to set up. 

After going to my first party with the band I noticed the chemistry between Avery and Phil instantly. I knew they would be together and I was going to help them do it. Avery had decided to include me in a group chat with Phil despite us not knowing each other, but he would get to know me fast because I was already working to get them together the sooner, the better.