The great thing about being a girl? We are usually small. I am one of those smaller people, sure I'm of good height, but I'm thin. That played to my advantage as I snaked through the wild party and it's growing crowd. I manuvered between groups and found the door, ignoring his desperate calls behind me. I wiped the endless stream of tears from my face as I met the cold summer night once I was out the door.

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I ran throguh the crowd. I knew her, she wasn't one to just stop and turn around. Or one to just blatantly stay in the party. So I rushed outside, to see her no where in sight. I ran in the direction of her house, and finally caught a glimpse of her walking, wiping tears away. "Sara!"

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"Leave me alone!"I yelled over my shoulder. I was pathetic, really, I doubt he ever heard me. My voice was cracked and cold, choking on a broken heart. I had parked a few blocks away from the party, decided it would be safest, and pulled out my keys, climbing in and reving the engine. The car roared to life and I didn't worry about clearing my tears anymore, they weren't going to stop for awhile.

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I stood in front of the car, spreading out my arms like a priest. "You'll have to run me over before you leave here without talking to me, Sara!" I said, feeling guilt inside myself. I couldn't believe I just did that. I felt so bad. I messed up really bad. For someone I didn't even know.

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I stared at him, and listened as he spoke. I even thought about running him over for a second, but shook my head, turned the radio up on full blast, which actually was hurting my ears, and then switched into the next gear: Reverse. I turned and looked behind me, there was nothing, and I hit the gas, flying backwards before quickly going into drive and speeding off down the road. I wasn't going home, no, not yet, that's where he would look for me first.

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I watched her drive away and sat on the corner of the street from where she'd left. What had I done? What was wrong with me? One little argument and I became some  kind of...floosy? I put my face and my hands and just sat there... [timeskip to school? ]

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Monday morning.. I was still really upset. I thought I knew Bruce, and I never expected that from him. I stared in the mirror and adjusted my white skirt, and then my glasses. I rarely ever wore my glasses, they were nice, I just prefered contacts. I didn't want to wear them today, I had been crying to much. Instead of walking to his house for a ride, I drove myself, and kept my eyes down in the halls, stopping at my locker to twist in the combo.

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I walked into school silent, when people said hi I just ignored it and continued on my way. I didn't know what to do, she wasn't answering my calls, listening to me, or anything, and her parents were shunning me. I saw her at her locker, and rushed over. "Sara..."

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I felt a chill go down my spin, goosebumps rise on my skin, and I closed my eyes, sighing lightly. I had been listening to his voicemails, reading his texts over and over. I looked at him slowly,"What? What could you possibly want?"I asked sharply, raising an eyebrow.

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"It...the kiss...I mean..." I sighed, looking at her, trying not to say anything stupid. "It didn't mean anything to me. I just had a moment of weakness, you know?" I said, looking at her with all honesty. "I don't know what I have to do to get you to forgive me, but I'll do anything..."

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