Christian Creative Writing

River Burns

Werner

Creative Writing

9/26/2017

Short Story: Final Draft

In my 17 years of life, I’ve learned that ‘Heartbreak’ is a very broad term to people. To some, it is strictly used in a romantic context. Some use it to describe grief during the loss of a friend or a family member. And, some overuse the word, quoting it every time a celebrity couple breaks up, or a favorite show of theirs is cancelled. As often as the word may be used, true and utter heart break is not nearly as common as people make it out to be.

I was fifteen years old when I had experienced it. Yea, I know I basically just replicated the biggest cliché in novel history, but hear me out.

I, like many “outcast” type high school kids, had a rough transition from middle school into this young-adulthood that seemed to be creeping its way into the lives of those around me. Honestly I thought nothing in the world could be worse than freshman year. I was going through it alone. My friends in middle school didn’t last me through the first year of a four year journey… I guess it wasn’t all bad though. Less drama, more time alone. It was kind of nice… after getting over the crippling fear of dying by myself. But hey, that’s high school for you. I was at least lucky enough in my sophomore year to have made more people that I could actually call friends.

I met them at this girl’s graduation party, and they were just… different. Different than the girls I surrounded myself with in the past. They were older, more mature, more put together, but they went through and understood the struggles of high school that I was going through at the time. There were three of them

Frances, Paxton, and Christina. If my memory serves me right, Frances and Christina were 19 at the time. Paxton was 18. Frances was tall, had shoulder length black hair sitting in tight curls. She was skinny, almost lanky, and had one of the biggest, most pure smiles I have ever seen. To this day I still occasionally think about how sincere her smile was. Next, there was Paxton. She was a larger girl in stature, with freckles and bosom length sand colored hair. She had this obsession with dinosaurs that was equivalent to that of a four year old boy. Lastly, there was Christina. Honestly, there wasn’t really much special. She was beautifully average. She had bosom length black hair, but you couldn’t easily tell since she always had it in some sort of up-do, or ponytail. She was naïve in a way that was just astounding to me. Most saw it as something to look down upon, but it was refreshing for me to see someone so willing to give themselves to the people who came into their lives. That being said, her being naïve did sometimes put her into worrisome situations. Like that time she moved in with a guy she had known for 3 months… she’s a little crazy, but I liked it.

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