The Fragile Kind


3. Troubled

He was standing at the front door, with two of his friends. I looked him over, and saw depression spread out of him like a flower in bloom. I just walked pass. i couldn't deal with him right now, but he fallowed me. That depression turning into rage. Why was he mad at me? 

   "Hey Maya," he said and I turned to look at him. 

    "What Kyle?" I asked. 

    "Dawn says 'hi'" he told me. I turned and stormed off into the bathroom. I walked into the stall, and started balling. Why was I doing this? Why was I torturing myself over one boy. That one boy, was my first. My first boyfriend, my first kiss, my first embrace. Why had he treated me like dirt? He treated me like a tool. This was upsetting. How was I supposed to stay here, at school, in this situation. I wanted out! Out of this school, out of this town, out of this life. I just wanted out. Give me a way out!  

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