The Shattered Pieces of my Heart

𝕀𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕠/ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟙

Before we start.....

Hello! Welcome to my storyyyy ❤❤❤❤

I know I probably should have done my intro on another section but I started with chapter 1 and I was too lazy to move everything down......

ANYway, this is an original story that I have working on for a couple months now on and off. It's probably crap but I mean doesn't hurt anyone to publish it. (besides my pride) 

I do hope you enjoy it and I am always open to suggestions and comments :)

-the_other_granger 

CHAPTER 1 (for real now)

From my perch on my porch I can watch the last rays of sunlight disappear under the rolling hills of California. The cool breeze of the spring evening ruffles my dark wavy hair. I watch the sky until the stars begin to come out. One by one. I live near San Francisco, so most of the stars are invisible to me due to the city lights. Every night though, I sit outside and watch the stars, and every night I hope for a shooting star. Some nights I might spot one but most nights I don't.

Tonight I see nothing.

Soon the air starts to get colder and goosebumps rise on my bare arms. I stand up and head back inside. It's nice and warm in my room. I grab my blanket and a book and settle down to read in my favorite beanbag chair. 

Soon I am immersed in a world of romance, where the characters magically fall in love and live happily ever after. 

 That will never be my story. I wish my life were not an endless cycle of me loving the same person and never receiving anything in return. The endless cycle of unrequited love. I never knew how hard it would be until I experienced it for the first time. I felt my heart rip to shreds and then break into a million pieces. He will never be mine. I know he won't, but every night when I see a shooting star I wish with all my heart that he loved me.

Thinking of him makes the world turn upside down. It is as if I am tied to a string and he is at the other end. My life and world revolves around him, and no matter how hard I try that string cannot be undone.

Alexander. The name rolls off of my tongue and warms up my heart.

I still remember the exact first time I saw him. It was the first day of fifth grade. I had just moved into town so I was the new kid. I was walking around the yard by myself, trying to find a place to sit down and read my book. Soon I spotted a shady area in a corner of the yard. Excited, I made my way quickly towards it. What I didn't notice was a large root sticking out from under the dirt until my foot caught on it and I face planted onto the ground. I fell right in front of the popular boys playing soccer. Mortified, I pushed myself up off the ground and brushed the dirt off of my jeans. I tried to get up quickly without causing too much attention but before I knew it a group of kids had formed around me in a circle. I leaned back on my hands and surveyed my audience. Some were laughing, others had faces of genuine concern, and then there was his face. 

I stopped breathing when I caught sight of him staring down at me, he had a soccer ball in his arms, and his forehead was creased in concern. He was perfect. Gelled brown hair rolling across his forehead, beautiful hazel eyes  and thin pale pink lips. To me he was an angel, glowing with inhuman beauty.

My cheeks turned a little pink when I realized how long I had been staring and I lowered my gaze to the ground. I was about to get up when I heard a smooth voice.

"Are you okay?" the voice asked. I looked back up and saw the boy reaching his hand forwards to help me up. Nervously I grabbed it and let him help me. I felt warmth spread through me at his kind gesture. As soon as I was upright and managed to find my voice, i said:

"I'm fine. Thanks!" Maybe I used a little too much enthusiasm, but nevertheless he smiled and nodded before turning back to the soccer game he was playing.

The crowd around me had dispersed and I stood there dazed. My head was spinning. How could he, the hottest and most popular boy in my grade perhaps, be so nice to a random girl like me? I couldn't comprehend it. Back then I was the shy awkward girl who wore glasses and flannel shirts. I remember having gone to the bathroom and looking at myself finding nothing special. I stood there for a while. Taking me hair out of my ponytail to see if there was anything different about me. I stared at myself until a couple girls walked in and I quickly shuffled away.

The next day I wore the nicest blouse that I owned and let my hair hang wavy down my back. He didn't notice though. He didn't even notice me. Didn't even say hi. I wasn't sure what to think but from that day on I tried to dress a little different. Before that day I didn't have any reason to impress,  but now, after meeting Alexander I did.

For the first few days of my crush on him I didn't even know his name. Soon, after I made two new friends, Victoria and Kenzi, I learned that his name was Alexander but everyone called him Alex. Now he had a name that I could dream about. The only problem was that he only hung out with the popular people and I wasn't one of them.

The next year we all transferred to the neighborhood middle school. Over the long months of summer I was constantly afraid that his parents would decide to put him in a fancy private school or move to a different town like I had the year before. 

On the first day of school the first place I went was the soccer field and I sighed in relief when I saw him laughing and kicking around with his buddies. It wasn't like he talked to me or anything but I was always optimistic and hoped that maybe he would notice me this year. I had no such luck for the first few months until one winter night. The night of the school winter dance.