Heartbreak Is Half The Fun, You Bring The Bullets I’ll Bring The Gun

Gahh...you guys! Im bored...
This is sad...steve, yes, steve. The one I replaced. Well...the kid is back. Annnd...my, he sure is making a lot of appearances latley. I saw him 3 time today...Gahhh...I love that kid. He's graduating...D= He was the first one who actually choked me when we hugged...and he didn't even know me! *sniff sniff* Wahhh...I hope he fails...so he will stay another year...that's mean...wahhhh...Lizybeth wants me to hug him again...Mariana wants me force him to make an email so we can stay in contact after he graduates...and Lizybeth wants me to tell him how I feel! She told me she'll tell him for me...you guysss...idk what to do...because if I tell him and he doesn't feel the same way [which he probably wont] it'll be all weird and I'd be heartbroken...atleast if I dont tell him, he'll never know, and therfore, I cannot be regected! But she is pressuring me!! which everone you people vote highest...I'll do it, k? I promise! oh...and steve smells really really good...=]

So anyways...halloween's coming soon....like...6 days? idk..I lost count. Im getting more and more excited...concert...9 days! we are down to one digit people! Haha. 8 days till Lizybeths birthday! Shit! I still need to get her something...I have no idea what to get her, guys. I need help on that too...

Well...on rememberence day weekend...I get a electronic baby...I need a name. Ideas anyone? I need a lot of help...don't I? Haha...I was going to write a story..I started...and it was shit...so I erased it..and now I have this. Haha. It was supposed to be based off of Remembering Sunday by All Time Low. Yeah...didn't work to well. Haha. well..im bored of typing. And my keyboard is a retarded.

So im outty! byebye!
-Love Sarah.<3 

Okay...so some places, it swears. And since this was being sent to 5th graders in Emo, Ontario, I had to change the language...but for the one im typing here, it'll be the swears. Haha. And yes, this story has been exagurated for parts that were PG13+ so yeah. Anyways...here I go.

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The soft wind was sweeping my hair off my shoulders. The grass blades tickling my arms. The sun. blaring down, blinding my hazel eyes.
"I dare you to grab it." Jack said, dangling my keys in my face.
"No! You're just going to pull them away!" I said.
"No I wont!" he replied. I sighed, because I knew, either I tried to grab my kets or he would just keep on bugging me. I shook my head, reaching my hand up, almost grasping the bright pink key chain that had been dangling in my face for the past five minutes. As quickly as I reached my hand up, he pulled the keys away.
"Ass." i stated, resting my hand on the ground and leaning into it.
"Awe...don't say that! You know you love me." he said grinning.
"Yeah, and you're lucky I do, otherwise you would be dead!" I replied.
"Thats not very nice!" he said, now pouting over-dramaticlly.
"This is coming from the one who stole my keys." I said, defending myself.
"Awe...im sowwy!" he replied, slowly leaning in.

The halls, crowded with students buzzing to make their class on time. Pushing the less-entusiastic students around like ragdolls.
"God I hate break at this school!" Mis shouted to me through the chatter of the students racing around.
"I know! Stupid breaks!" I yelled back.
Only thunder could be louder then the noise around us. The school year had gotten off to a great start. I had managed to avoid Jack as much as possible. I believe that is quite an accomplishment. My friends, had asked me what had happened, but I was never really up to explaining. I was a person who always kept to myself. Only a select few knew a lot about me, Mia, slowly becoming one of them.
"Jerk!" I heard Mia scream at a student who had shoved her. I laughing to myself, good old Mia, always being straight up.
Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye. I see him. Jack, walking towards me. My heart dropped. He was with her The whore. Crystal. I have known her for two years now. She always dressed up for a guy. In grade 7, preppy. Grade 8, sporty, and now, grade 9, she was "emo." It was torcher, seeing my first love, with the girl I hated. Secretly...I still love him, I still do! Im just in a denial stage, making myself see him as a horrible person, trying to deny how I feel about him. I looked away, I couldn't stand looking him in the face, not after what happened.

I felt a pressure on my cheek, realised, a pressure again. This happened repeativly. Every two seconds or so I felt a pressure on my cheek. I knew what it was, although i was not very familiar with the sensation of his lips on my cheek. I have been dreaming about this day forever. The day he would kiss me. The day my love would become whole. A dream, i thought would never come true, but it did. It did! I felt alive, it was amazing. Finally! A boy I liked, liked me back, but this, this is where my guilty conscience comes in. The stupid, guilty conscience that gets on everyons nerves.

"Hey Delilah, what exactly happened between you two?" I heard Mia say from beside me. I stalled, not knowing where to start. I felt, as if the whole world's ears where in my hand, listening to every word that graced my lips. I almost felt...claustrophobic, in a sense. Almost like, everyones bodies were closing in on my. I couldn't breathe.

"Whats wrong?" Jack asked, noticing my mood change.
"I don't know. I seem almost...guilty for this." I replied.
"For what? For being with me?" he asked.
"yeah, actually. I do." I replied intensly
"Why?" he asked.
"Because...you have a girlfriend! You are basiclly cheating on her!" I said, almost yelling.
"What? Kisses on the cheek isn't cheating!" he said.
"It is if it's not friendly, though." I said, watching a ladybug crawl through the grass.
"Don't you like me?" he asked.
"Yeah, I like you a lot." I said, defendinly.
"Then why do you feel guilty?" He asked.
"Because that's how I am! I have a guilty fucking conscience the size of your head!" I said emotionally.
"Well...i'm sorry you feel that way." He said sadly.
"Me too, me too." I said, getting up and walking away. Away from my first love, my first kiss, my first everything. After all these years of nothing, then, finally, love, I threw it down the drain. All because of my guilty conscience. My stupid, guilty conscience.