Part 12

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You ran into your room and cried into your pillow until your head hurt like heck. But you kept crying, because you loved Camilo, and he had just broken up with you. You weren't even sure why either of you were mad, or why you had even been fighting in the first place. All you knew was that there had been yelling, and then your Cami had suggested you not be his girlfriend anymore. You had yelled 'FINE!', which was the exact opposite of how the suggestion had actually made you feel. Fine, you decided, was a four-letter word that started with 'F', and meant something that most thirteen year olds had no experience with.

As you cried, your mother came in and rubbed your back. "Aw, mija." She said, "I know that your first break up can be hard." You looked up at her. "First?" You asked, "So there's more?" You dissolved into more uncontrollable sobs. "Aw, mija." Your mother hugged you close and stroked your hair. You were just a big mess of emotions, trapped inside this miserable thirteen year old body. You wished you could kick and scream and throw a temper tantrum like you were a toddler again. You just felt like the emotions were too much for your body, and you wanted to let them all out, but you didn't know how. Your mother left you alone, and you did kick and scream, but it didn't help relieve your emotions one bit. All you had in your room that you were okay with destroying was your pillow, so you knocked the wall with it and tried to tear it with your hands, but you were unfortunately not consumed with a rage-fed strength. Frustrated, you ran around your room looking for something not at all valuable that you could break. You were that kind of conscious temper tantrum thrower who could not bring herself to break things she would regret breaking later. You infuriated yourself with your own restrictions. You screamed, but that did nothing, so you just sat down on your bed and felt angry. It couldn't be helped.

Author's Note:

Hey y'all! So, I know this was an extremely short chapter, but I spoiled y'all with the previous one's longevity, so... Anyways, please don't hate me for it. I have had no experience with an actual break up, as one would have to have a boyfriend before they could break up with their boyfriend. So, yeah. Does it surprise y'all that I have never been in a break up? I am honestly writing purely from my imagination and what I have read in romance novels and such. People have told me that the writing is eerily close to what it feels like in real life, so... yay? Thanks for reading! :)

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