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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