for the most part - h.s.

Not bothering to remove my shoes, I ran to my room. I was breaking approximately four of my Mother's rules as I sat on the floor and cried.

One: Slam the door.
Two: Keep my shoes on.
Three: Eat in my room.
Four: Lock my bedroom door.

But to be honest I could care less. I didn't care. All I could think about was how angry I was with Harry. I couldn't possibly forget him. I didn't have to forgive him. He had no right to keep something that big from me. That's what I was going to do. Forget him. Anything I had to do to forget him, I would do. Simple as that.

That wouldn't be that difficult, right?