I ran away, away from my problems, away from everything. it was all useless, if life went like this, I didn't want to live like this anymore.
I slumped down on a bench and started crying. why did she leave, maybe I wasn't going to see her ever again. she told me she would come back. I sobbed into my hands.
"are you alright." I heard a girl say. I didn't need any of those stupid blondes right now. they made clear they were interested in me, I didn't want them, they should look for someone who would want them.
"go away!" I screamed, but she didn't, I felt her walk closer, and she sat down beside me.
"you know, if you maybe would tell a stranger what is wrong, you maybe feel better, and we could find a solution." she whispered, she rubbed my back, and I was confused. she knew who I was, why did she say she was stranger. I knew every girl in Mullingar.
"how would you know?" I asked curious.
"because I was in the same position, and after I trusted someone else, he helped me." she spoke quietly. she swung her arm around me and hugged me in a comforting way.
"if you don't want to talk I could just comfort you." she whispered, and stroke my hair. I didn't knew who this was, because I didn't look at her fcae, but it could be someone I truly didn't know but she could also be that slut Mandy.
I nodded my head, and she pulled me closer, her warmth comforting me. I didn't know who this was, but I didn't care.
after a while I was done feeling alone, and broken. I looked up and found two big brown unfamiliar eyes. I took in her facial expressions, and I noted I didn't know her, but she looked nice. but I have seen better looking girls.
"thank you." I said quietly, she smiled, and that made her beautiful. I bet boys in our school would fight to be with her.
"could I ask?" she was going to ask what was wrong, so I shook my head no. I didn't want to recall the thoughts about her going away. the girl smiled and chuckled lightly.
"I just wanted to ask your name, but if you don't want to give it. my name is Charlie if you want to know." I laughed. I was so afraid that she would ask that.
"I'm Niall, nice to meet you Charlie. are you new here." she nodded her head yes and smiled. I liked her smile the most. It was memorable.
"have you lived long in Ireland, this is the first time I'm here." she said looking around her, taking in what she saw.
"yes I lived here my whole life, but outside Mullingar is it beautiful, I love to life in Ireland." I smiled back showing my crocked teeth.
"I can't go out in Ierland, my dad has the car all time." she said smiling sadly.
"I could take you outside once. me, me mom, and me brother regularly go to Dublin, you could go with us some time.." I smiled and her smile brightened.
"but you barely know me." she said.
"but we can get to know each other," Charlie burst out in laughter, but first I didn't get it, but after that I laughed with her.
"you really sounded like a creeper, 'but we can get to know each other'." she faked a low accent, and it could have come from a horror movie.
"I really did. didn't I." we both laughed and I smiled at the laughing girl, I thought she became more beautiful every second. she has a sweet personality, she is sweet in every way, she looks beautiful. I thought she was going to be one of those sluts, but she proved me wrong. she taught me not to judge a book by it's cover.
"Niall?" she asked, al of sudden serious. I nodded my head that she could speak again. "I.. I don't know anyone here except you. c-could you be my friend." she was one of them, only trying to be one of my friends, and trying to get close to me.
"no." I frowned, and she looked sad, but not as sad as she would. "You think I would fall for that, who do you think I am!" I screamed in her face, and her face turned scared.
she stood up. "yeah now run, quickly. I don't want to see your face again you disgust me." then she ran away, but the last thing I heard was a heart breaking sob. but I didn't care. you shouldn't play with anyone with like that, not with someones feelings.
the only one who didn't was the one who left. and that broke me. she broke me.
I went back home, and up to my room. I cried into my pillow and screamed as hard as I could, the sound being muffled by my pillow. why did life had to be so hard when I'm 11. even Carmen left me, and was probably never going to come back.