Finishing Intros

(1) "Zzzzzzz." My cell phone was vibrating in my pocket. I took it out at once since I was waiting for her message for so long. I was eager and timid to read it, because i did not want to see anything I did not expect to know. However, the screen showed three words which pushed me into the darkness, "I am sorry..." All the rumors were true. I thought she was my best friend. Our friendship used to be based on honesty, loyalty, and trust, but she lied to me. It was as if she went against everything our friendship stood for. Maybe I should forgive her, but I don’t think I can. I know everyone makes mistakes, but is it okay for your best friend to stab you in the back on purpose? I don’t think so.


(2) She lowered her head, the tears dropped silently, no cry, but just lament.
She was the strongest person I knew. She could handle anything. Why was she so sad? She didn't say anything, but I knew what happened. Her eyes told me everything.

(3) Turn off the light, open the window, set the ipod to the largest volume, I sat on the windowsill and was intoxicated in the peaceful and deadly silent night. It doesn't take a lot to make me happy. I had everything I ever wanted. It was one of those days that starts out awful and ends up better than you can imagine. When you think things can’t get any worse, your luck starts to change. I realized I could be anywhere in the world and still be happy. All I need are the people I love. With my favorite song playing, I felt a cool breeze on my face as I counted the stars thinking about my day. I couldn’t ask for anything more.


(4) "Next!" I stood up suddenly, rubed my hand with my pant to get rid of my sweat, pretending also to get rid of my nervousness. I waited for what seemed like an eternity. This was my chance to shine. I looked around and saw nothing but blank stares. I opened my mouth to sing, but nothing came out. Why did I have to be so nervous? I practiced for hours. I then saw my mother’s face smiling at me. Everything was going to be all right.

(5) "Fine, I do not care!" I yelled at him, turned around, walked away and left him at that spot. However, my tears rushed out at the right moment I turned around. He was overwhelmed by the guilt of remorse; “I am sorry…” his voice was so low that I could hardly hear it. I didn't think three little words could make me cry. Was I not good enough for him anymore? We were perfect together, what went wrong? He meant everything to me, but I meant nothing to him. That was the first time my heart was broken. My world crashed and shattered into tiny pieces. Nothing would be the same ever again.