Forever The Good Girl

I could feel the wind blowing at my face and the sun shining onto my head. The grass tickled my arms as I moved. I reached up and pulled my hair out of it's bun. I shook my head and my hair fell into my face. I started running my fingers through it, trying to comb out the knots. This way, at least, it was harder for people to see my tears.

It's funny how the day can seem so perfect. Sunshine and a nice breeze, lazy white clouds that slowly move across the sky. Everything could be so picture perfect but if you're stupid enough to let a boy get to your heart, then it minds as well be pouring rain.