Dumped ass, broken heart.

* Based on true events that happened earlier this morning.*

It was a gloomy morning when I entered the hallways of my high school. I had gotten there a little earlier than I normally would so the halls were even more empty than they usually are on a Monday morning. The rubber sole of my sneakers screeched against the floor as I made my way quickly down to my locker. I approached the locker and noticed a couple grade nines lingering across the narrow hallway. I paid little attention to them as I loaded my arms with the numerous books needed for Bio twelve. Their words were just a mesh of mumbles until one word brought my own thoughts to a halt. "Love." Grade nines shouldn't be using a word like love when the only real concern in their life is what inspirational lyric/quote they should use for a caption on their Facebook profile picture. I decided to linger in front of my locker just to see what they might be talking about.
"I don't have time for you anymore." The girl in lime green converses admitted.
The boy who looked about nine was leaning on the locker next to her with his head dipped into a sulky slouch.
"You don't have to feel guilty about not spending time with me. I know we can figure this out if we try." He quietly said, not daring to look her in the eye.
"I'm sorry I just can't. It's not what you think. I just can't balance everything I have going on right now."
Balance everything she has going on right now? Like what? Do you need to manage the the time between feeding your webkinz and watching the final season of Hanna Montana?
The young boy stared down at his black skater shoes and let out a sigh.
"Well, what now?" He asked.
"Well, know I need to get to class. I hope we can still be friends." Said the young girl, turning on her heels and walking away. Making sure her non existing ass swayed in the process.
I looked towards the boy who was still slouched over in his dark DC hoodie. I gave him a reassuring smile and made my own way to class.
This is why relationships in grade nine are silly.

The story of them Part 1: The Meeting

It was the summer of 1952 in Johannesburg, South Africa when Gloria first saw Colin. Gloria had just moved to a new suburb with her mother, aunt and grandma. She was a reserved seventeen year old and didn't have many close friends. She'd prefer to just stay at home with her mother rather then spending time with her peers. In order to help her mother support their family Gloria dropped out of school at the age of fifteen to start working. This was hard for her because she had a passionate love for learning but without a father and 4 mouths to feed she had to do what was best for her family. They were quite a religious family and regularly attended church. On the first Sunday they had in their new home they set out to find a church that would hopefully welcome them with open arms. Gloria sat between her mother and aunt while nervously fidgeting with the lace gloves she held in her hands. The pastor was going off about some bible verse that went right over Gloria's head because the only thing she could think of was how unbearably hot it was. She could feel the beads of sweat forming on her brow. She quickly wiped it away and tried to place her focus back on the sermon.
Afterwards her mother wanted to chat with the other women and introduce herself to the pastor but Gloria couldn't stand to be in that boiling building for another minute. She politely excused herself from the conversation that was being had and wandered out into the courtyard.
Although the temperature outside was not much different than inside the faint touch of a cool breeze did relieve her of the dampness beginning to collect on her forehead.
A group of teenagers that looked about her age were all huddled together chatting excitedly about something. One of the young girls with blond loose ringlets caught Gloria's eye and waved her over.
"You're family's new here, right? " She asked. Gloria nodded and smiled as the beautiful girl introduced herself as Doris and started to chat about how nice the church was and how her family has been going for years.
"You should come over to my house tomorrow night! We always have these little parties once a week, it'd be a great way for you to meet more people!"
Gloria smiled "Maybe, I'll have to see what my mother thinks."
"Colin!" The blond beauty shouted, quickly pushing past Gloria.
Gloria turned around to find a young man peddling towards them on a bicycle. The first thing Gloria noticed about this boy was his incredibly short pair of shorts. She smirked as he hopped of the bike.
"Doris! Where's the party at tomorrow?" He asked as Doris wrapped her arms around his torso and leaned in for a kiss.
"It's a my house! Mother's planing to bake up a storm tonight!" she gushed giving Colin one last peck before introducing him to me.
"Colin, this is Gloria. She just moved here and I've decided we're going to be the best of friends!"
Gloria gave Doris a warm smile "Nice to meet you, Colin." She said offering her hand.
He took it gently, "Likewise." He smiled back giving her hand a quick squeeze.

Time

When I was younger, time went by so slowly. Waiting for Christmas seemed like an eternity and nothing ever seemed to come quickly. However, now the only time that feels slow is the ten minutes left before I get off work. I find the older I get the faster my life starts to go. It feels like it was five minutes ago that I was ten and playing with barbies. Now I'm four months away from graduating and dealing with university applications. Even my school days seem to fly by without warning. I hardly ever catch myself staring at the countdown like I did so many times before. Part of me is beyond excited to graduate and enter the "adult world" but that's just a very small part.
The majority of me just want's everything to slow down. The idea of having to deal with budgeting, bills and grocery shopping freaks me out. I'm not too sure what T4's are, job interviews scare me and I can't decide whether to buy skim milk or 1%. Basically, I might die in the adult world.
I've never given much thought to my life after high school because I've always been scared of what will come next. But now that I have a very faint idea of what I'd like to do I'm realizing there is so many things I need to get done and I'm scared I won't have enough time. Right now I don't even have time to watch Netflix, and that use to be a very big part of my life.
It's great to be busy, I really love having things to do or people to hangout with constantly but I also really like to be by myself with only my thoughts...Or my cat. These days I never get to hangout with my cat.
The fact that my life is starting to speed up terrifies me. I want to slam my foot on the break so badly but somehow is just keeps getting faster and faster.