How Movellas Changed My Life

*To Niall, the bestest, kindest, most patient friend I have ever had. As long as I live, I shall never forget you.* When Clover, shy and quiet fourteen-year-old hears of Movellas, she finds out she actually has a talent for writing. Movellas becomes her life. But how will her ex-popular friend Helen cope with this sudden surge in popularity for Clover? Will she be pleased or will she do her best to sabotage her reputation on Movellas?


27. A Broken Heart

I cried for what seemed like hours after Danté left. Lying there, with such a deep pain in my chest, I cried my sorrow. Even Mum left me to it.


After I was done crying, I had to vent my pain and sorrow. So, I wrote a poem. One time I was made fun of by a girl in my class, because she was racist and I was originally from England. So I wrote her a poem. Not a nice one. From then on, Danté used to always joke that no one wanted to get a poem from me. He was so right.


I wrote my poem all about the hurt that was love. The hurt of the heart. Crying salt-tears. Betrayal. Sadness. I think it was safe to say it was a very depressing poem. When I was done, I didn't publish it on Movellas. Or send it to Danté. I wrote it in my diary.


Not even Danté knew about my diary. In it I wrote all my true feelings. If anyone saw it, I'd die of embarrassment.


I finished writing the entry and put my diary away just as Mum entered my room.

"Are you OK sweetie?" She asked me worriedly.

I burst into tears again. She rushed to my bed and let me cry into her shirt. I explained the whole Danté-Helen situation when the tears finally dried again.


"Aww Clover! Why didn't you say something before about Helen?!" She asked when I finished explaining. "I would've advised you then!"

I muttered something silly under my breath.

"OK." She said energetically. "First things first, you need to talk to Danté. I'm sure he didn't mean to call you stupid, but you need to make sure he tells you the truth on what REALLY happened with Helen. Don't let him off the truth. But sweetie, always try to understand that, no matter what, he loves you. Any fool could see that. And when you's make up, you need to both confront Helen. You can't let her off messing you around. You need to dump her as a friend, because she's a friend not worth having."


I nodded, but sighed. "But Mum, how do you know we'll make up?"

She giggled, definitely a trait I had inherited from her. "Believe me, love like yours and Danté's doesn't die off after a silly squabble."


So after that talk, she brought me up some of her tomato pasta, a favorate of mine. We ate it on my bed and discussed silly things. Then, she made me go over to Danté's and make up with him. She dropped me off at the curb and wished me luck.



So that was how I ended up on his front porch, in the rain, hesitantly knocking on the door. Not loudly enough. Heart thumping, I rang the doorbell.........

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