This story is much longer than the others and I think I will do it in parts. I am trying to turn this story into a novel and putting it on my blog will put my pressure on me to keep writing it. So here is part one of a special someone. Names have been changed, FYI.
Introduction
Being hurt seems inevitable in life. As children we get physically hurt when we scrape our knees as we fall off of our bikes. As we grow older we learn about emotional hurt, as we gain and lose friends. But then into our later teens we feel the pain of love. Falling in love can hurt just as much as a broken heart. As teenagers everyone learns this lesson. Sometimes we fall in love with people that don’t care for us. As I said before, pain and hurt are inevitable, but in my opinion it hurts a lot worse when it’s intentional.
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At this point in my life I have been hurt by somebody. Actually I have been hurt by multiple somebodies. But this time was different. This time it hurt so much that I couldn’t cry over him, I could only feel the hurt. I couldn’t express it.
And I found myself asking questions.
Has it all been a lie? Am I really that gullible? Why would he say that? Why would I believe that?
Of course, I can’t say if it has all been a lie, that would be for him to know and I’ll probably never find out. But if it was all a lie then I guess I am that gullible. The reasoning behind all of this, once again, I can’t say. But the reason for why I would believe it is because I am unreasonably in love with him.
I find myself unable to stop thinking about him. Which brings me to thinking about the day that we met, which I still remember as if it happened a week ago instead of 5 years ago.
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“Katrina, who is this guy?” Heather asked, shaking me out of my stupor. “You keep staring off into space. What’s his name? Where did you meet him? Tell me!” I looked at my best friend. She was expecting a great, romantic story. But, I wasn’t going to lie to her. I took a deep breath.
“His name is Damian. I met him in eighth grade. And trust me; you don’t want to hear the story.”
She glared at me, “Really? That’s all you’re going to say? And you expect me to be good with that?”
“Well no, I am just warning you. It’s not a very happy story. In fact, it’s downright depressing.”
“Now you really have to tell me! Please?” When I looked at her face, there was no going back. I am a sucker for a good puppy dog pout.
“Like I said, I was in eighth grade. Which was five years ago. So it’s a very long story, and I don’t know his side of it. But, anyways, it was October. My friend was having a birthday party…
Chapter 1
“How was the party?” my mom asked as I got into the car. This question was harder than I thought it would be. I can’t tell her what really happened, there is no way.
“It was fun,” I said. Thankfully my mom isn’t one to push, and the rest of the way home I contentedly listened to her oldies music, just hoping she wouldn’t bring it up again.
Of course, the party wasn’t bad. The party itself was fun, but the party that I experienced was much different then what everyone else got out of it.
Shayla was a cheerleader, and I didn’t really know what to expect when I arrived at her house for the party. But when I went into the backyard and saw at least half of the eighth grade and even a bunch of seventh graders I was a little bit overwhelmed. I scanned the faces looking for a familiar one until I found Kasee. I started to have a really good time, I talked to people that I didn’t know and was doing things that I never thought I would. I was actually becoming pretty outgoing. Until Kasee ditched me.
She had gone to hang out with a group of cheerleaders and football players. I was not about to go over there and embarrass myself, so I went and sat down on a bench.
“Hey, do I know you?” Suddenly, he was there. “My name’s Damian. I don’t mean to make you feel awkward, but I didn’t think you should be sitting alone.”
Now, really he wasn’t much to look at. He was a little on the chubby side, and he didn’t really have his own style yet, but I just sat there and gaped at him. When he realized I wasn’t about to say anything he just kept talking.
“Well anyways, it’s nice to meet you. But, it’s a party, why are you by yourself?” He smiled, which didn’t help, because he had a really cute smile. “So what’s your name?”
“Katrina,” I said, half expecting him to make some Hurricane comment, because that’s all that I had heard all year, even from my teachers.
“Really?” He asked, unconvinced. As if I would tell people that just hoping they would tease me or something. But when I just stared at him, his smile faded and he cocked his head a little to the left. “That’s a really pretty name.” When he said this, his eyes were so full of compassion that I had to look away.
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I didn’t realize that silence had set in until Heather shook me. “Katrina? What happened next?”
“Oh…um…I guess I don’t really remember much of the night after that. But you should have seen me,” I laughed, “I was a terrible flirt back then! I hid his longboard…but really that is most of what I remember from that night.
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More to come on him later.
(Katrina Marie)
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