A Girl's First Rejection

Written: October 11, 2011

I've probably exaggerated things but hey, hindsight colors the recollections For all intents and purposes, we're excluding the time a guy broke up with me (twice) in ninth grade.

And really, 14-year-olds don't count in the long run. Haha.

It took me a long time to decide whether I wanted to actually post this. I'm a fairly closed person, and don't enjoy sharing very personal things. But as a writer, I need to let it out. And as a person, I need the written form to look back on. I wish I had written more during my high school years so I can remember more! I have an awful memory center.

I promise the next post will be more uplifting? Not really sure what to end this with!


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"Well, thanks for walking me home."
"No problem...there's actually something I wanted to talk to you about."

Boy and Girl had walked around the sunny afternoon in a light-hearted way, winding their path to a majestic wooden palace of a playground. The leaves were slowly bursting with violent yellow, oranges and reds.