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*


5. Trouble in Paradise

Get Yourself Back

Everyone needs confidence, especially after a earth-shattering, heart-breaking moment you're having. And if you're having one like me, I sincerely wish you luck. Anyways, you need that confidence back. Change your attitude, change your look even. I used to have long hair, long Rapunzel-like hair and then a bunch of stuff happened (I'm saying what, it was pretty bad). In the end, I chopped it all off. I wanted to feel like someone else and getting rid of my hair achieved that. I'm not saying that you need to go bald to feel better about yourself, that's kind of opposite of what I'm saying. Mix it up a little, it may be just what you need to get yourself back.

I'm staring at myself in the mirror after reading that. The words of the author sink in as I stroke my hair. Am I still myself? Am I confident? The answer is no, I'm not myself and I'm certainly not confident. I suddenly hate myself. I hate Lewis for making feel this way, I hate myself for falling for it and I hate Trent for teasing me about it. I think back to the advice The Book gave, mix it up.

It took me forever to grow my hair out the way I wanted it to. It reaches past my waist and reaches the small of my back. It's long and mermaid like, just the way Lewis said he loved it. I try pinning it up but it slinks back down like a long, brown snake.

"Hey, are you still going to the park tonight?" Eve asks, walking in the room. I release the pins from my hair and throw myself on the bed, my hair creating a dark, twisted halo around my head.

"Yeah, Rick's making a move on Sylvie," I say less excitedly.

"Thought you were seeing the comet?" she says picking clothes from the closet. She settles on a pink flowery dress that would look better in a darker shade, in my opinion.

"That too," I add.

"Well, I'm going to the mall," she mentions while sticking another flower pin in her hair.

"Is the new CD coming out?" I ask knowingly. She's been waiting in the new CD for one of her boybands for weeks.

"Yup." Something pricks at the back of my mind.

"Can I come?" I ask. She cocks an eyebrow at me.

"What for?"

"There's a salon there right?" I ask.

"Yeah, Norma's. Why?"

"I want to get my hair cut," I say. Her jaw drops.

"But you've been growing it out for forever!"

"Exactly why I want it cut." She considers this.

"You don't have the guts to do it," she smirks. I smile.

"I'm dead serious," I say.

"Then let's go." And with that I slide off the bed to put on my sneakers. Lewis loved my hair long, let's see what he thinks about it cut short.


Norma's is a local salon at the mall. It's usually filled with gossipy middle-aged ladies and kids of the middle-aged ladies. Right now bussiness is booming, the walls are lined with customers and seats are filled with people getting their hair permed or styled. Sunlight filters through the shades in a way that feels like home and sweet perfume (most likely from the hairspray) fills my nostrils.

"Levi! My, you've grown! How's your Mama?" Norma herself asks me, wrapping me in her arms and keeping me in a tight embrace.

"Hi Norma. My mom's fine. How're you?" I ask. Norma is a family friend. She's been my mother's friend since they were kids.

"You know I'm always okay! Turn around, let me see how long your hair has grown," she commands. I haven't gotten my hair cut by her in ages. She spins me around slightly.

"My, my. Your hair sure is long. What'd you want me to do with it?"

"That's the thing," I say shyly, "I want it cut." Her jaw drops just like Eve's did. Eve smirks from the back of the room. She and Norma had a falling out of sorts and she stays behind.

"Why? It's gorgeous," she says weaving a hand through it.

"Really? I just wanted it cut shorter," I shrug.

"If that's what you want," Norma says and seats me down on an empty chair. People who've been waiting for ages shoot me dirty looks but I ignore it and stay seated.

"How short do you want it?" she asks getting her scissors ready.

"Not too short, maybe just at the collarbone?" I ask, unsure. I'm not good at hair like Norma is. She folds my hair up to my collarbone without a word. Then she spins me around so I can't see my reflection.

"Trent! Get my special scissors!" she yells after a while. Trent? Trent, Trent?

"Coming Norma!" someone answers back. It is Trent. I grab a magazine from a nearby stand and cover my face. Norma lets go of my hair to attend to a finished customer.

"Levi? Is that you?" Trent asks. I shake my head behind the magazine. He pulls it out of my hands and I'm suddenly face to face with him.

"Since when do you work here?" I ask.

"Since I came seven months ago," he says, "Try to remember."

"I haven't been here in a long time," I say defensively.

"All the same," he says. I glare at him and he glares right back, a smile trapped in his eyes.

"Trent! Stop bothering my customers," says Norma, returning. I silently thank her as Trent stalks off.

"Now, let's get to cutting," she says happily. I close my eyes as each snip becomes louder and more frequent.

After an hour, Norma is finally done.

"You can look now Levi," Norma says excited as she spins me around. My eyes fly open, and I'm shocked at what I see.

My hair is short, up to my collarbone like I asked but it's still different from when it was long. It's still stick straight but it's a richer sort of brown, a chestnut shade with layers catching the sunlight. It's shiny and sleek and soft to the touch. I run my hand through it and it feels like silk. It looks good but it doesn't feel like me, it shows too much of my face. I thank Norma nonetheless and pay for the cut and head out of the salon. Eve looks at me approvingly.

"It looks good," she says. I thank her for the compliment but secretly wonder if it doesn't look good and they're just humoring me.

"I'm going to go okay?" Eve says after she spots Delilah, her best friend. I nod and she leaves. I fiddle with my newly cut hair.

"Don't like it?" someone behind me says. Trent.

"Aren't you supposed to be at work?" I question him, he laughs.

"Want to get rid of me already?"

"A little," I say truthfully.

"At least you're being honest now," he shrugs and we start walking. "I just got off work."

"Heading home?" I ask.

"Nah, to the park," he says, "Going to see the comet. What about you?"

"Same," I answer.

"Might as well walk together," he smiles. What do you think we're doing? I want to ask him. We walk in silence until we reach the park.

"How's your friend Maria?" he asks after a while.

"I don't know," I say.

"But you're best friends, right?" he says.

"You know full well that she won't talk to us, I don't know why you're flinging it in my face though," I spit at him.

"Trouble in paradise?" he asks.

"You're a cad," I say.

"I'm glad you found a word to describe me besides 'jerk'," he smirks. Cad. "But honestly, how's she doing?"

"How am I supposed to know? She spends every minute with Lewis," I snap. It's growing dark.

"Ah, I get it now. You're still hung up on him," he says.

"Am not," I protest  like a little kid. We're close to the river.

"Good. I hope you're not lying."  Sorry to disappoint, but I am, I think. I self-consciously grab onto my hair as I see my friends setting up there blankets and telescopes. Will they like my new hair?

"Do I look okay?" I ask out of habit. Trent looks at me and takes a deep breath. At least I can count on him to tell the truth.

"You, Levi, are beautiful. You were beautiful yesterday, beautiful moments before the scissors met your hair, and beautiful now. Standing there looking so pretty that it hurts and asking me if you look 'okay' is an insult to my eyes. But to answer your question, yes. You look 'okay'," he says. I suck in a breath, I wasn't expecting that.

"You're lying," I say. I take back what I said before about him being honest.

"No, I'm not," he says. His smiles widens, "And I know beauty." He gestures to his face. I can't help but laugh at that. Even in the dark I can see the way his eyes glint.

"Guys, over here," they call. We walk over.

"Nice hair," Chris says and the rest agree. Trent gives me this I told you so look and I scowl at him.

"Shut up guys," Sia yells, "It's coming."

And it does. Solocious's Comet flies overhead and a hundred smaller comets follow. I didn't know it was going to be a shower. The Comet's a thing of beauty, flying through the sky like the fiery tail of a dragon.

"Most beautiful thing ever," I whisper in awe. I take a seat on the blanket beside Trent and crane my neck to keep my eyes on the comet.

"I've seen better, but yeah. It is beautiful," he says back. I tear my gaze away from the hypnotizing scene to catch Trent staring at me. I scowl at him and he chuckles.

"Don't waste time scowling at me Levi, you have plenty of time for that. Watch the comet while you can. Unlike mine, its beauty is fleeting."


"Rick, just go," I urge him. Sylvie was packing up her blanket and backpack and getting ready to leave. Sia, Sammi, Chris and I were pressuring him to ask her out.

"What if she says no?" he whines.

"Then she says no. At least you'll know," reasons Sammi.

"You guys can't force me," he says. He's right, we can't. We slump back down onto the blankets, disappointed.

"I'll strike you a bargin Rick," says Sia, getting up. We all lift our heads hopefully. Sylvie was almost out of here.

"I'm listening," says Rick waggling his eyebrows in apparent intrest.

"You ask Sylvie out, and I'll out ask out the guy I like," she says confidently.

"You sure you want to do this Sia?" I ask with my hand over my mouth, no one knows who Sia likes.

"I'm sure," she replies.

"Deal," Rick says, curiousity on wanting to know who Sia likes taking the better of him, and  shake on it. He adjusts his t-shirt (not that it needs adjusting) and walks over to Sylvie. We don't hear any of their conversation but Sylvie shakes her head slightly. Disappointment and sympathy course through me as I think about Rick, he must be crushed. Maybe I'll lend him The Book.

"What'd she say?" Sia asks as Rick finally makes it back. A smile is forced onto his face.

"She said that it's best if we stay friends," he says sadly. Chris gives him a hug. Rick returns it half-heartedly and casts his eyes down. Everyone's heard the 'let's stay friends' speech before.

"Let's have a moment of silence for our fallen brother in the friend zone," Jason says half-seriously and half-jokingly and we all stand military-like having a moment of silence for Rick, well, Rick's dead heart.

"Thanks," he says getting teary-eyed, "I love you guys.'

"Group hug!" shouts Jason and we gather, forming a circle and hugging. It's times like these when I appreciate friends this awesome.

"Now Sia," Rick says getting his mood back, "time for you to ask out this mystery guy."

"Sure," she shrugs, "tomorrow."

"But you promised!"

"I didn't promise I'll do it now," she reasons. My phone buzzes in my pocket and I escape Sia and Rick's argument to answer it.

"Hello?" I ask.

"Levi, you better come home now. Mom and dad are fighting again and  you don't want to be caught in the middle," Eve says through the phone. That's another thing wrong with my life, mom and dad fight more frequently these days. If you even glance at them when they're in their moods they'll find a way to make you pay for it.

"Thanks, I'm coming," I answer and hang up. I wave to the guys who are still in the heated discussion and break out into a jog to get home before my parents' wrath is delivered to me.

"Hey, Levi! Where're you going?" asks Trent from behind me. I stop running for a moment and wait for him to catch up with me.

"I need to get home," I pant.

"Why? Curfew?" he asks.

"Sort of, and why do you care?" I ask and start running again.

"Can't run by yourself when it's this dark outside. Bunch of bad guys running around," he says, I smile.

"Bad guys, like you?"

"Worse," he answers in a gravelly voice. We escape the park and make it to the main street. The blackness of the night is tinged with amber streetlight. The coolness of the night kisses my skin as the insides of my Converse rub against my feet.

"So what got you into writing?" he asks, struggling to catch up with me. I quicken my pace just to spite him.

"Honestly, reading did. Whenever I'd read a mediocre book I'd know that I could've done better. Then I actually started writing and it just stuck with me," I shrug. Short hair spills in front of the eyes but I shoo it away. Trent lets out a low whistle.

"Confident, huh?"

"In writing, yes."

"Not in anything else?"

"I don't know."

"Shame, confidence is probably the best thing in a girl."

"Sorry to disappoint."

"Nah, you didn't disappoint me. Not yet anyway."

"Gee, thanks."

"You're welcome."

"It was sarcasm."

"I know, you're built from the stuff."

I can see my house, the bright red mailbox is a huge indicator.

"So, to get back to real art-"  Trent starts to say. That makes me stop dead.

"What do you mean 'real art'?"

"I mean that writing is a great hobby, but it's not art. Not like paintings and drawings are," he says.

"Writing is art! Paintings and drawings require no brainpower at all, you just splash a bunch of paint on the canvas and you can call it art!" I cry out.

"Ready to put your money where your mouth is?"

"For sure!"

"Fine. We'll see the art show together tomorrow and if you dislike all the paintings, all the paintings, then I'll admit that writing is a far better art than drawings and paintings are," he says through his grin.

"And if I like something there?"

"Then you have to admit that I'm right and that writing is not real art." I consider this bet. I just have to hate everything there, sounds easy enough. And if I win, Trent has to say that he was wrong.

"Deal," I say and we shake on it. He hands me a ticket.

"Be there by five, don't be late," he says and jogs to his house, which is three houses from mine to the left. I make a mental note to remember that before stepping into my own home.

I stuff the ticket into my jean pocket once I see my mom, her fingers at her temples, eyes closed.

"Hey mom. Where's dad?" I ask taking my shoes off.

"In the room, being an ass," she sighs. Woah, that's strong language coming from my don't-swear-in-my-house mother.

"Okay. Sorry I asked," I say.

"It's fine," she says with her eyes still closed. She suddenly snaps them opens, her brown irises wide.

"What did you do to your hair?" she screams and runs up to me, weaving her hand through my scalp roughly. I gently pull myself free.

"It's nothing, I just trimmed it," I say.

"'Just trimmed'? Levi, it's so short."

"So's yours."

"Whatever, just leave me alone," she mutters and I dash into my room gratefully. I'm not mom's favourite, that's Ren. Ren's sleeping and Eve's listening to music, the soft voices of her idols echoing off our walls.

"I saw you with the guy on the steps," she says and I shrug.

"It was nothing," I say. I push the ticket deeper into my pocket.

"Good. I don't want him to turn into a Lewis. You've had enough of those types," she says and then stays silent. Yes, Lewis. I sincerely hope he doesn't turn into him.

"How's the comet?" she asks.

"You know, it was beautiful. But beauty's fleeting," I say. And with that I go to sleep, fully clothed, and hoping Eve's headphones blot out the sound of my crying as I remember that Maria chose Lewis over us and that I care what Lewis thinks of me. Then I remember The Book and Trent and seeing all the art and I dry up my tears, I've wasted enough of them on Lewis.

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