DepressedSuicidalCat
"Here comes the bride, all fat and wide..."
I adjusted my dress, and held the bouquet of leaves in my hands. I walked in the aisles of toys in my mother's high heels that made creaking noises whenever I took a step forward. I saw my two best friends, Sarah and Breezy flashing me encouraging smiles. I smiled back and turned to the boy of my dreams.
He was standing there slightly shaking, he must be nervous. All grooms experience that, right?
I know we're too young to be married, but it was Valentines Day. And he'll be leaving tomorrow, so my best friends, with a little help from Grant, who's holding him tightly right now made the event possible.
I was few meters away from him. A few more steps and I'll be the happiest woman-I mean ten-year-old girl in the world. He'll about to touch my hand and slipped the ring that came from one of my cereal box this morning.
A couple more steps, Anne, and you're going to be Mrs. Wakefield.
But before I could take the last step towards the boy of my dreams.
I tripped.
I fell face first and all of my friends rushed to my side. Even though my face hurt from the impact of getting your face smacked to a bunch of toys. I recovered fast. I pushed myself off the ground and hurriedly looked at him.
Then that's when I saw him, running away.
From me...
And to his Mom's side.
I just stood there looking at his retreating figure. He hugged his Mom and never looked back at me.
Breezy and Sarah appeared at my side, "Are you okay?"
"No, I don't think I'll ever be okay." And then I started crying, but more like wailing.
"Don't worry, just like my Mom says to her friends. There's plenty of fish out there. "
I cried harder and looked at them, "But I don't date fish."