The swings creaked and a few children could be heard playing around in the backround. That's when things became clear. He loved her and not me. He could never love me and he would never realize that I loved him no matter what. I could never hate him, but I could hate her. I could loathe her. Courtney Carlan. She was a dramatic b***h, and I wanted her dead. That would kill him though. That would kill Willus's heart. He would still love her and he would hate me. What a shame. Lacie Boholst. A very dear friend of mine, stood next to me. Her long dyed black hair framed her face as she looked at the ground. This is what she looked like when she told me. I sat on the highest part of the red and tan faded playground. The row of dark green slides in front of me and the chain ladder next to me. My strawberry blonde cropped hair blew around my face, and one single tear went down the side of my face. A few minutes passed before I darted into the near-by woods and found a clearing deep into the trees. I don't cry over boys. I don't, it wasn't me. I just stood leaning against a tree vomiting out the non-exsistent contents in my stomach. I couldn't take the news. They were engaged. They were f*****g engaged.
Three days later I was in the courtyard at school; sitting quietly and alone. I heard someone belting out a song. What was it? Wonderwall by Oasis. Taylor Renee Moore. My best friend. My hitman. The only one who can fill these kind of voids in my heart.
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