Madness through middle school to highschool ♥Prologue♥

Elementary school did not suit me well, if I remember correctly. And it definately didn't prepare me for sixth grade. If I look back at myself in sixth grade, I remember two things, one; I got my first boyfriend, and two; I had no style what so ever.

At that point I had blonde hair down to my chin, hazel eyes, and was around 4' 11".Looking back now, I do not see what I had to offer as a girlfriend in the appearance department, but I guess things were a lot less shallow back then.

It was nearing the end of sixth grade in the end of June, when I decided that I wasn't going to wait for him to ask me out.  Our school had gotten into the fad of "Push the button" a game which involved a piece of paper with numbers on it. You picked a number which decided which person you would blow a kiss to, kiss, hug, or ask out. One of my best friends was pestering me to play so I did. I chose "ask out" and then picked a number between 1-30. The person I chose name ended up to be the guy I liked: Cody.

I don't know what posessed me to do this, but I told my friend she could go ask him out for me while I hid behind a cement wall used on the overgrown tennis court at lunch. That may have been one of the longest five minutes of my life. When my friend came back, I was extremely worried for the answer, I mean, who would like plain ol' me??

Surprisingly Cody said yes and I was exstatic!! And the next thing I knew we were going to movies and our families were getting to know each other.But after sixth months of togetherness, something began to feel wrong...I had been hanging out with him at lunch, and out of school more consistently, and I felt like I needed space.

I decided to end it after thinking it over for a week, but the question was, HOW? I had never broken up with someone before and I didn't want to hurt Cody, he was too sweet...knowing I would never be able to do it in person, I AM SUCH A COWARD!, i decided on calling him. As soon as I said "I think we should just be friends" my voice cracked and it took all I could to not start sobbing uncontrollably. His voice was emotionless as he said, "Alright, I have to go."
I knew I had hurt him and I beat myself up about it for the next month, but luckily, it was summer, and I had to get my priorities straight...