15 Ways To Fix A Broken Heart

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I was, and still are, weird. Yes, my friends are the craziest people you'll ever meet. And yes, I was proud of that small insignificat fact. I thought he was too. But he wasn't, his type never are. I was played with and then made to be broken. Then I found it, The Book. It healed me, this simple book with 15 ways to fix a broken heart.
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*For the World Book Day App Competition*


4. Gossip

Waking up in the morning is probably one of the worst feelings in the world. I get up nonetheless and wipe the sleepiness from my tired eyes. I lay down for a little moment knowing that sooner or later I'll have to drag myself out.

"Levi, get up!" my mom hollers from the living room. Our house is a small one-story, but is quaint in my opinion, meaning you can hear a whisper, even from another room.

"I'm coming," I say although I know I won't.

"Maybe if you weren't up all night talking to Evening you wouldn't be so sleepy," she says as if she knows all. Mom knows that Evening and I talk at night, nothing's going to change that. I glance around the room, all the beds are meticulously made and smoothed down.

"Mom, where is everyone?" I yell.

"They left, you've got about fifteen minutes to get to school," she says. That wakes me up. I fly out of bed and and practically jump into my clothes. I race into the living room to see Eve and Ren laughing on the sofa.

"I thought you guys left?" I yell maniacally.

"Yeah, we're just here the whole time," Ren snickers. I thwack him over the head and he rubs it, as if it actually hurts, but keeps laughing.

"Next time wake up when you're told, and don't hit your brother," Mom warns. I raise my hands up innocently and stick my tongue out at Ren.

"You guys should leave now anyways, you're going to have to walk," Mom says and hands us our lunches. Something great about our mother is that you can always expect her to cook heaven into these tiny sandwhiches she makes.

"Are you going to the office today?" I ask, jamming my container into my backpack. A psycologist is only as good as her cases, or so says my mom.

"Yeah, I got a speacial case today," she says mysteriously.

"You want to tell me about it?" I ask trying to sneak it out of her. She signs Eve's science test before answering.

"Doctor to patient confidenciality, remember? Good try though," she says. My mom takes her job seriously, if she doesn't there'll be hell to pay (and when I say 'hell' I mean bills but then again bills are a thing to always worry about).

We all go in seperate directions once we leave the house. Eve goes to her special honours school since she's crazy smart about everything. Ren to his immmersion elementary school, he's learning to speak latin and french fluently. Then there's me, normal high school. I do well at school, top of at least  three of my classes but in a room full of geniuses, being the best at being average doesn't compare to Ren and Eve who are the best at being the best.

If I get one mistake, one simple mistake, on a test I'd feel proud of myself. Then Eve shows up with a pefect score on a test desinged for Gifted people and I'd feel like an idiot. On the next test I'd get a perfect score and finally, finally feel like I accomplished something. But of course Ren gets perfect and gets all the bonus questions right so he'd get one hundred and something percent and I'd feel like an idiot with my meagre one hundred percent. I sigh, when perfection's just simply not enough.

I drag my feet while I walk, my Chuck Taylors becoming more scruffy than ever.

"Hiya there, freak!" someone says cheerily from behind me. Ugh, Trent.

"I asked you to stop calling me freak," I remind him. I turn around to face him, plaid button-up and jeans again. We both have jeans on but my button-up is a plain white. He looks slighly cowboy-ish, but on him it looks good. If only he was ugly, I could've used that on him.

"Didn't you get my note, I'm still calling you that no matter how much you tell me not to," he jeers. And suddenly we're walking together.

"About that, you know that counts as stalking, right?" I ask.

"It's not stalking, we live in the same neighbourhood! Didn't you know that?" he asks, searching my face. We do?

"Since when?" I ask.

"Since I moved here. Goodess Levi, you need to start paying more attention," he says shaking his head slightly.

"Well, thank you for the wristband anyways," I shrug.

"Don't thank me, I didn't do it out of kindness," he says.

"Yeah, I know. Nothing you've done for me is out of kindness," I joke. Then I remember him punching Lewis. I take a quick look at his hands. His right knuckles are slightly swollen.

"So what happened after I left the park yesterday?" I ask slyly.

"Nothing major," he shrugs. So this is how he's going to be.

"Any new people come?" I ask. He stops walking aburptly.

"I told you that I hate when people lie. Not only are you doing that but you're playing dumb too," he says, "Surely Sia or Sammi told you what happened. Why don't you just flat out ask me?"

"Because you're hard to talk to, you know that?" I snarl.

"Yes, I'm aware. Now just ask me what you're planning on saying," he says. Jerk, I think.

"Fine, why'd you punch Lewis?" I ask.

"That's better," Trent says and nods slightly, "And I can't answer that."

"Why? You told me to spit out what I wanted to ask you and then you don't answer it? That's not fair!" I say, stomping my feet like a little kid. He flashes me and infuriating smile.

"I didn't say I was going to answer it," he counters. Huge jerk, I think.

"But- but, that's not fair!" I sputter. I don't even want to know that answer that bad anymore.

"Don't act like a baby whose toy was taken away from them, I don't like hanging around babies," he says.

"Well maybe I don't like hanging around you," I spit out. He barks out a mirthless laugh.

"Then why're you still walking with me?" he asks. Biggest jerk in the world, I think.

"You came up to me," I say in a somewhat smaller voice.

"Yet you stayed," Trent jibes.

"Second biggest mistake of my life," I say to him.

"Oh yeah? What's the first?" he asks facing me. His face is set in a smile yet his eyes are hardened. If I was actually to answer I would've said Lewis. He was definitely the biggest mistake by far.

"I don't have to answer that," I say.

"Yeah, but I'll figure it out sooner or later," he says and with that he walks off. And I'm alone. Thank goodness I'm alone, I think and plaster on a smile. It's long walk to school and walking in silence just makes you think more. And what do I think of? Lewis. Right now I kind of wish Trent was here to make me mad instead of being sad thinking about Lewis.


"Levi! You missed everything last night!" yells Jason during lunch. His loud voice conquers above all the other noises in the cafeteria.

"Shut up Jason, everyone can hear you," I hiss as I sit down at our table. Sia and our newest addition to our group, Ana fight over my second sandwhich. My mom packs me two but I always give the second to my friends. It's sort of a trading bussiness, split a chocolate muffin with me and you can have my sandwhich. Sometimes, like now, when I'm not hungry I just give it to them.

"Did Sia tell you about Maria?" Rick asks excitedly. And people say girls are the gossipy ones.

"Of course! We're friends remember?" Sia tells Rick. He just rolls his eyes.

"Anyways, Maria was-"

"I know," I say.

"Shut up Rickson," Ana says but whispers him something that makes everything hurt more, "Can't you see she can't handle it?"

"Please guys, just stop. I'm not in the mood," I say and lay my head down. Sammi comes to my rescue.

"Yeah guys, leave her alone. Everyone knows that she likes Trent," she laughs. That's it, I hate everyone.

"Trent?" Rick asks, "No wonder you talked to him all night."

"I didn't talk to him all night, I barely spoke to him for five minutes!" I yell.

"Okay, Okay," says Rick, backing off.

"I got to go guys, see you later," I say getting up. I'm angry at them, for what? I don't know.

"We'll see you at  the Solocious shower tonight though, right?" asks Sia. The what?

"What's the 'Solocious shower'?" I ask, halfway to the caf door.

"The meteor shower remember? We're all going to be there, by the river again to watch it."

"I don't know guys, I already went there yesterday," I say uneasily.

"C'mon," she says walking up to me, "Sylvie's going to be there and we're making Rick talk to her." I smile.

"Does Rick know?" I ask. She shakes her head.

"What about Maria? Is she coming?" I ask glancing at her. Currently she's draping herself over Lewis. I look away, maybe Ana's right. Maybe I can't handle all this.

"Not invited. Hasn't talked to either one of us last night or today."

"Not even Sammi?"

"Not even her."

"What do you think happened?" I ask.

"I don't know but I'm guessing Lewis. You yourself know what kind of hold he can have on somone. He probably asked her to choose between him or us."

"Do you think she chose him?" I ask. Sia glances back.

"I'm sure of it."

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