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Prologue (edited)

We were the couple that everyone dreamed they would be: crazy stupid in love. Aaron was tall dark and handsome, he could even be a model. Really, I am not just saying that. Girls openly drooled over him right in front of us. People fell in love with us, we even won cutest couple superlative. It would all be great really, if what they were seeing was a reality. But in all actuality things between us had been pretty rough lately. It was hard to tell when it started exactly, it kind of felt like it came out of nowhere and hit us like a train. That being said all relationships go through their ups and downs. They require work and patience, but some how I was unable to shake off the feeling that things just weren't right.

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Six months ago my life changed drastically for the worst. It resulted in me making the biggest decision of my life. I knew it would be the right thing to do to finally get away from it all, and in two weeks it would be the day. There is really nothing stopping me, nothing will be left unsaid or undone and I will be happy. For once in my life. The bell rang and everyone began to file into class and take their seats, I had gotten here early because honestly I had nothing better to do. "Hey Adelaide," I turned to Zach, who was sitting beside me. He was what some, no everyone would label a spoiled preppy dick. The only reason people hung out with him was because of his money. He cleared his throat catching the eyes of everyone in the room, silencing their conversations. I knew what was coming I had been dealing with shit like this for months. I wondered how long this could all amuse them, I really thought by now it would have died down. The only thing I had control over was my ability to breath, so I held my breath. "Saw you down on the corner this weekend, trying to get a bang for your buck?" Exhale. I bit my tongue and looked away. The class roared with laughter. I don't get it, I really don't.

"Good one. Real original honestly, I have only heard that one oh I don't know, a hundred times." I thought to myself, and I would have said it too, if I had some confidence. Since it happened I plummeted to the lowest of the lows at school. No one could look at me without sneering, not even the mathletes. No one seemed to understand or care. I slouched down in my seat as Mrs. Hicks walked in. She started talking about how the copying machine ran out of paper, I tuned her out. I was pissed, because this was my favorite class and now I was in a bad mood. She would proceed to give a lecture about the English person of the day, and then tell us what tools we would have to use for our writing workshop today. The POTD: Emily Brontë. TOTD: there are none, write as you wish but it must be complete by the end of class. Yay for a creative writing day!

I didn't like writing without a prompt, there is too much to write about how can you just pick one thing. It may look good in your head but not on paper. "May we write about stuff that has really happened?" one kid asked, obviously the answer was yes.

My paper remained blank as everyone began dirtying their own with lines and curves which sometimes connected. There was tapping, scratching, blowing, wiping, breathing, sighs, and scribbles polluting the room. It all seemed intensified as I struggled to focus. "I am going to write about a girl who cries rape after being dumped at a party," Katie smirked, her eyes darting towards me. Everyone at the clump of desks laughed as they made sure to look at me one by one as if they fed off my reaction. Which they did, so I gave no reaction. Annoyed, they scoffed at me and called me a bitch and a whore under their breath so I could hear. When this had all started, I would struggle to defend myself even though they seemed to cancel my voice out. I knew they heard me, but ignoring me made it funnier to them. Eventually I gave up defending myself in hopes that it would die down, well months later and it still hasn't. It makes me sad to say I've gotten used to it because it feels like I have given up. I have given up, maybe knowing that is what makes me sad. I began to write.

With a half an hour left to class, Mrs. Hicks began calling on people to read what they wrote. You will never guess who went first. Katie walked to the front of the class, straightened her posture, took a deep breath and began to read. "She grabbed her cell phone, tears in her eyes, and dialed the cops. If she was going to have a shitty night from being dumped well then so would everyone else..." she began, a smile on her lips. The main character, Abby (inspired by yours truly), was portrayed as a skanky girl who only wanted to ruin her now ex boyfriends party by calling the police and saying she was raped which led to a giant investigation where the poor ex boyfriend had to be suspended from the football team. Interestingly enough each time I have heard the story about what happened to me, it's different. Hey, at least they have imaginations. Everyone clapped once she was finished and she got to pick who was next. She picked the 'antagonist' of her story.