To be honest, I had no idea what I was doing. And that's in general, not just with the club. I was, of course, muddling along in school and avoiding the eyes of he-whose-name-shall-not-be-spoken and his friends. But my grades were mediocre at best and, despite my best friend Teresa's insistance that I should, I was in no position (not to mention mood) to try out for track.
And then there was the club. I swear, I must have been temporarily insane when I started it. I have no idea how to help people? Most mornings I do good if I remember to grab my backpack on the way out the door.
By the third meeting, I'm pretty sure the other girls were catching on to the fact that I had no idea what I was doing. Kates, the picture of perfection, probably thought I was the most idiotic person on the face of the earth. And I'm pretty sure I was solidifying any idea Justine had that Arizona is full of stupid people.
Thank god for Saska, who came up to me after the third meeting and said, "I think we should change the name of the club."
"Huh?"
"Yeah. Um, I know it probably doesn't matter, but..."
"But I kind of don't want people to know I'm in a club that sounds suspiciously like Alchohalics Anonymous," said Kates, who was by the door putting her books in her backpack.
"Good point," I said, "I guess we should."
"I mean, it would still be the same to us," Saska continued, "but..." and her words trailed off.
So at the fourth meeting we agreed we should change the name.
"Something totally random," said Justine.
By the end of the lunch period, we had eight different ideas, ranging from the Unicycle Riding Gang to Girls on A Mission (for better cafeteria food).
And when I left the room, full of all the funny words, the last thing I expected was to run smack-dab into he-whose-name-shall-not-be-mentioned.
But I did.
"Zo!" he said, "Sorry! I didn't see you there!" he scrambled to hand me my books and I was reminded again of why I fell for him in the first place.
"Oh. Hey," I wanted to sink into the floor and die. Either that or beg for him to take me back. Neither of which would have been very dignified, I realize.
"So... how's junior year?" Why was he even bothering to be nice to me? To even talk to me?
"Fine," and I left. Turned 180-degress around and walked away. Not because I'm big and tough, but because I didn't want him to see the tears forming at the edges of my eyes.
Which, I'm afraid, brings me right back to square one.
Square one is labeled 'I wish we were still together' and it's painful as heck.
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This is the second chapter to the Heartbreak Anonymous story, so I hope ya'll like it.
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MORE!!!! XD
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Forgot these!
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Well now, quite an emotional dilemma she is facing, huh? Indeed, we have all been there and done that. Time and healing..healing and time. lol. Good write. Looking forward to what's in store for this young lad.
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Nice I'm hooked on it now
Please write chapter 3
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Chapter 3 is up!
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Chapter 3 is up if you want to read it. Thanks for the little clapping people! Lol.
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I like how she ran into her ex, gave it a little spark of adrenaline and I think if you had kep writing from then the next part would have been right on the spot, meaning in my language, absolutely fabulous.
Again I'm going to say this, description and emotion. These two things play a big part in all of our lives from telling our mother about that obscenely beautifully guy we saw walking through the mall to discussing how to get over that oh-so horrible F on your Home Ecs. class. Everything about our lives revolves around how we say it and how you say it is how you should write it.
You've had your heart ripped out and thrown across the room? Write it like that. Make you ex boyfriend the most horrific being on the planet (but keep it believable). Bend, sway and all together break the truth.
To make this story work you have to make yourself work. Throw yourself into this's story (not literally, we don't want to duplicate yet another person). Try to make this story so feel and intouch with us all that at times we fall off our chairs laughing and at others we're reaching for the tissues. You are the writer, you can make the reader feel however you wish. Utilize this.
Throughout the first two parts I've read tonight, they both sounded like a proposal spoken by a bald-man with a moustache and a monotone voice (I don't mean to be harsh). But try to capture the essence of life and thrust it into your computer screen in words. Bring everything to life. Remember that horribly embarrassing moment where you sat in tomato sauce or when you walked into a party thinking you were the hottest thing there only to realise you had your skirt tucked into the back of your underpants? Remember how you felt and later, how you described this scene and those actions. Write like you're telling this story to your best friend. Make it thrilling and exciting. I want energy.
Anyway, again this was good and I will look for the next part out. In fact I'll be waiting for it. But remember, we all want to be writers but first and foremost we have to be humans.
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Short, maybe you could try to lenthen chapters?
The ex! Come on Zoey dont let him get to you!
Not much of the club, but I agree to the name sounding like AA.
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