- [ not an actual quote ]
I cannot cry. I will not. I cannot let this all out, for I know that if I do cry, I will become my old crybaby self, the one who cried over every single thing, the one kids laughed at at the playground.
Slowly, I count backwards, 10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1... And I've gulped down my desire to just bawl, I get up from the floor and fix my hair like any other self respecting teenage girl would do, making it seem like nothing happened.
They say heartbreak hurts. I've heard countless songs on the radio, read countless stories, yet I fell for him, even though I knew he'd never, ever like me back. Glancing at the mirror, I swore I'd never love again.
My phone's ringing as I was about to put it away in my purse, and get into class. "Hello?" I ask, since I don't have caller ID , I had no idea who was calling. "It's Dave! How can you not tell?" Oh Dave, I would only let him say that, after all, he is my best friend. "I told you I had no caller ID, haven't we talked about this a million times?" I ask back, pretending to be mad. "Well it looks like someone's being a bit sensitive today, gosh Hilary, I was just joking!" He said, in a teasing way. Of course, I couldn't just let him know what happened right before he called, so I didn't say anything. "Hello? Hello Hilary?" Then I hung up on him and then sat back onto the bathroom floor.
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