A girl with no name

I remember that day when she broke your heart. I remember that day when I comforted you. I remember that day when you kissed me. I remember that day you took her back.
My name is Skye, and this is my story


I hated 3rd period. Not because it was math, or that is was 10 in the morning and I would much rather be home asleep than listening to Mrs. Mach drone on and on about destributing. It was because that was the class Matthew was in. I didn't think it was possible to love and hate someone so much at the same time but I did.
This was also the period his whore girlfriend, Rachel was in. She hated me... I wasn't sure why. I had more reason to hate her than she had to hate me. Whatever, it was done and said and she hated me and I hated her.
I brushed back my dark brown hair, just to sneak a peek at Matthew. It was sad, after all he put me through my breath still got caught in my chest. His chestnut hair resting slightly over his green eyes.
I sighed and turned my head. I knew I wouldn't be able to stare at him, no matter how much I wanted to. Rachel would see there fore turning my life into a living hell. That was the last thing I needed. I had enough trouble fitting in without her starting anything.
The bell rang, it was the greatest sound I ever heard.
I grabbed all my books and shoved them in my bag when Matthew brushed past me. I held my breath praying he would stop and at least talk to me.
Of course, all he did was look back at me and half smile. I ended up smiling back like an idiot.
Oh well...
I put in my iPod's headphones and turned on Evanescence. I was just getting into the beat of 'Everybody's Fool' when I felt a tap on my shoulder, I turned to see Rachel. Oh lovely.
"I saw you looking at my boyfriend," She said with a sneer on her face that I wanted to just knock off her face, "Look, I know you and him had a THING but it's over now. So get over him." With that she walked away, her high heels clicking behind her.
I felt the hot tears burning behind my eyes. Not wanting anyone to see me I ran to the bathroom, locking the door behind me. I held my head against the door trying to clear my mind. I felt my glasses slip down my nose and shatter on the floor. That quickly brought me out of my funk.
"Shit." I whispered, picking up the glass pieces off of the floor. My mom was going to kill me.
Once all the pieces off the floor and thrown away I sat on the floor, I couldn't help but think how pathetic I was. Crying on a dirty floor feeling sorry for myself. And over a player?! What was wrong with me? I got up and wiped my tears. After looking in the mirror and re doing my makeup I decided, maybe I looked better without glasses. While I was putting my broken glasses away I thought... maybe I'd look better with short hair too....

In the end I spent about a period in the bathroom perfecting my short do. Half of it came a little past my ear then curved down to my shoulder. Personally I liked it, but once I was done I wasn't sure how mom would like it... Well we'd deal with that when we got home.
Like it was fate, whenever I stepped out of the bathroom Matthew was there. Unfortunately he was joined with his jock, asshole friends.
"Nice haircut emo!"
I wanted to punch him when I made eye contact with Matthew, "You look nice, Skye." He said, and walked off with his friends.
Of course he'd just walk off like that....