I got out of bed and groaned. Monday.

Well, look on the bright side, I told myself. You get to see your friends today.

Friends. My brain replied sarcastically. Yeah. Totally.

Shut up. I frowned as I got dressed. I then got out of my room and walked down the stairs in front of my room. Tossing the dirty clothes in the basket for, well, dirty clothes, I headed from the front room to the living room. (My house is confusing but yeah. . . .) I walked into the living room, and, as always, I saw my brother sitting on one couch, my mother laying on the other. I walked into the bathroom and brushed my teeth and, y'know, the usual routine. I was just about to get out of the bathroom when I glanced at the mirror. I walked up to it. I stared at my reflection and thought once more of how ugly I was. No one loved me for my looks, that was for sure. But I had a heart that was much too big. Though big, it was so much more fragile. I let it into the hands of a friend of mine and it was my most recent love. But they unknowingly broke it. But at the point I was at, it caused me no pain. I was surprised. My heart was practically made of steel from all the climbing and crawling through love and hate I had done. I was open to exchanging secrets, of course. But I was just as dramatic as you can get. I practically begged for drama. Without drama life was boring for me. Though I was told I was good, fair, funny, no one seemed to really see what was behind this barrier. The one behind which I hide my secrets to those I fear would leave me.

Realising how much time I was taking, I ran out of the bathroom.

After watching t.v. for a while, we got in the car and started to go to school. The car wheels turned and the gears in my brain followed. I started thinking.

What is the point of all I do? I make and break and act like a little loveable puppy. I viewed myself as violent and crazy, no matter what they said. She said she was suicidal. But I'm scared of death and pain and everything similar. In fact, I was scared of pretty much anything and everything. If I wasn't I wouldn't have been here to write this. Also another thing that helped me along was my online friends. They were the perfect people and they restored my faith in humanity. They were as close to your perfect Prince Charming you could probably get. And I was so grateful for them. The good times we shared kept me feeling like God truly loved me, no matter how many times I cried and insisted I wanted to die. I could never ask for more than the beautiful people that made me feel wanted (well, mostly.)

At that moment we arrived at the school. The big brick building have me hope. Life, here I come!

I started walking to the school. Then I heard a scream, "SKYLA!"

"Oh cra - "

I was tackled by one of my best friends. We are a little squad, you could say. And I love my little girl squad so very much but sometimes I get angry at them (about once a day actually), at all but one. The one I can't get angry at. . . .

Anyways, my friend rammed into me and I had to jump forward so I didn't fall backwards. "Crystal!"

"Skyla!" Crystal yelled. I smiled. "C'mon, girl, we don't wanna be late."

And we started walking to class together, Crystal gripping onto my arm the whole way. In the classroom, Crystal yelled, "Yes! We beat Coral!"

I smiled, looking around. "Yeah. I guess we did."

I sat down and Crazy Crystal took her seat as well. I sighed as I started to work. Then Coral walked in. I saw her out of the corner of my eye and launched my seat away from me as I ran to her. "Coral!"

"Skyla!" She exclaimed happily. I have her a huge hug.

"Well, gotta go do that work!" I said when I pulled away.

"Ugh," Coral said, "That dang work!"

"Exactly." I laughed as I sat down once more (pulling my chair back first, of course.)

Later, I had finished the work. You pick up some stuff when you're surrounded by the smart girls and now I kinda fit in the bunch. Well, anyways, I looked over as Chirstabell walked in. I stared, falling back on my negative thoughts. There she was, the girl who was my very best friend (sorry guys don't kill me ;-;), my previous crush, and the one and only person who unintentionally crushed my heart, the girl who made me realize I was a bisexual mess.

I'm sorry guys and girls. This story is a confession to a friend of mine who became my crush then later unintentionally broke the love I thought was meant to be telling me she loved someone else when I never had built up the courage to tell her. I'm sorry, best friend, but it's so hard keeping this all from you. I was gonna tell you on the 14th (Valentine's Day! Yay!) but I couldn't take it, all that waiting. And from you, reader, who probably hates me now. I just wanted to do this and open up to the people I love (erm, as a friend). Now I hope you can forgive me.

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|~~~Skyla out.~~~ |
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