Stronger
Prologue
Jake........I barely whispered to my iPhone as I got
the daunting, dreaded text. Tears slowly began to make a
path down may cheek, dripping on to my duvet, I couldn't
believe it. My eyes showed a blurred view of the text he'd
sent me, like they knew I didn't want to read it again,
so they'd blur out my vision. Jake.
The next day, at school Thursday morning, I could barely look
at Jake. The horrible thing was, I wanted to. I wanted to
see the exciting glint in his eyes when he smiles his beautiful,
breath-taking smile. I want to see his 'sup' head nod
at his mates as he walks across the room. I want to. I want
him.
I looked a mess, my brown hair was all over the place, my caramel
highlights were wobbling in different directions messily. My
eyes had ugly purple bags hanging on the edge under them, I
hadn't had time to clear them up with foundation. This, I
guess is what heartbreak does to you.
On the way home, Jake and his gang passed, laughing at me and
pointing, even the neighbours I hardly knew were starring!
Yes, I look a mess, deal with it? I told my self to shout
that, but something told me not to, my voice would wobble
everytime I spoke, my eyes would water at the most inappropiate
times.
I sat in my room, and looked at my money. I'd been saving up
a long time for a house, maybe a makeover instead? So the next
weekend, I went to a gym and paid them to excerise me regularly,
I bought natural makeup and fashionable outfits. I'd
changed. Goodbye Jake. I just hoped that 'what
doesn't kill you makes you stronger' was
true....
Okay, left it on a little
cliffhanger to gain readers. Hope you enjoed the prologue, if you
didn't understand what the main character was crying about,
her 2-year first love dumped her.
Note- *I do not notify so don't ask*
~Phoebe
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