I was twelve. My first year at a new school was friendless until I met Katie and Courtney… And Mike. I was really into a guy from an *** series and pasted pictures of him on my locker. A boy named Mike I knew and sort of was friends with walked by and saw my pictures. “You like Sasuke?” he asked. He was a fan of the show, too. We became close friends and one day he came over to my table where I sat with Katie and Courtney. “Wanna go out?” he said. I looked back at my friends. “He asked me out!” I screamed in a whisper. Their jaws dropped. “Are you serious?!” Courtney snapped.

We all squealed like seven year old girls. I whipped back to Mike. “Yes!” I said with a huge, goofy smile on my face. He gave me his number right before school ended. When I called him that night we learned everything about each other. The more I talked with him, which was about eight hours a night, the more the crush I was forming escalated into love. I was smitten with my first love. I had an aspiration for family. I planned our future life without mentioning it to him. Mike and I would live in a victorian house with beautiful children and we would both have our dream jobs, dream cars, dream house, and I would have my dream man.

He would never cheat on me and we would be as in love as the day we first started dating. We would have a perfect life together. But now I remember that dreams aren’t the same as reality. My dreams were smashed to pieces. He loved someone else more than me. I cried and asked him if he loved this person more than me. He said yes.

I continued sobbing on the phone. “Do you want to break up?” he asked. My nightmare was coming true. This isn’t happening! What about my dreams? What about us? I thought. “Only if you want to,” I choked. Our relationship ended. I sat in bed for days crying into my pillow. My friends couldn’t help me.

My parents couldn’t help me. Only I could. I decided to be strong and to forget the past. I am thirteen and still strong, and my life isn’t altogether bad. Still, I can’t help looking back on what we used to be. I still hold back tears and pretend to be happy, and most of the time I am, but I can only cry alone. Kids would make fun of me, like they did during my childhood. Crybaby, Crybaby they would jeer. See that girl over there? She’s a crybaby

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