When Hell found me...

When hell found me I was in 7th grade, hopelessly in love. His name Anthony Jordan, blonde hair, blue eyes, and a punk. He wasn't my type at ALL! Skater, 4 wheeler rider, rocker, drug addict, and drug seller. Not my ideal guy, not one little bit! But the minunte I layed my eyes on him I felt that he was the one. The one I couldn't live without, the one who would make me smile even on my cloudest days. I was right. He would call me everyday and talk to me for hours everynight. I smiled because I love him, I smiled because he was funny, I smiled just thinking about him. Then Anthony got complicated. One day he is clingy, wanting only me and nothing but. The next day he would act as if I didn't exsist. Talking about how cute girls butts are. I started to think he was taking advantage of me. Not like I am cute or anything. Not like I am somebody to brag about. Short black hair, (guy short) blue eyes that if not wearing makeup looked like guys eyes, little lips that when wearing clear lipstick looked gorgeous. I thought about him all the time, everyday everynight. It was never fair how he caused he so much tears, how he caused my heart to go into stomach, and how he caused my heart to break.