I wake up, go to school. Normal day. One of the girls barfed during cheer practice. Other than that everything was normal. Kyle drives me to his house on his motorcycle. We go into his room.

"I just don't understand why I didn't pass, I mean like seriously," I say. "Like, did he have to?"

"Well, Erica, you've been going at this all day long," He says.

"Yeah, because I'm angry at that man, he should've passed me." I say.

"Erica, I can't stand all this drama,"

"Kyle, what did you think when I became your girlfriend, huh?"

"Well, you usually never have any drama, so I assumed I got lucky on the girl. I hate how much drama you have," He rubs his temples as if having a headache.

"Well, all girl have drama, so what were you thinking?"

"I just can't stand it, I'm leaving you,"

"Wait-What? No, you can't," I say trying to keep calm.

"I just don't like you anymore,"

"No, no, you can't I mean like no." I can't grasp what's happening.

"You should leave,"

I'm frozen in place. I can't think straight. I start heading home anyways. I just about trip over a log I have to step over, and almost fall into the creek I have to cross.

I go into my room, my eyes blurry with tears. Flop myself on my bed, and cry into my pillow, while hugging a mini pillow pet against my chest. 2 knocks on the door.

"Go away," I sob.

"Erica," Dad begins. "What happened?" He opens my door, and comes into my room, and sits on my bed.

I sit up still hugging the pillow pet. I open my mouth, then close it. "I-I," I start to speak, but start hiccuping with sadness. "K-Kyle, h-he b-broke up with me," Tears makes their way down my burning hot cheeks. Dad leans in for a hug.

"Sweetie, I never liked that guy, I always knew he was a player," Dad begins. "But, I know you loved him, so I put up with him." He sighs. "I just wish I didn't have to see you get hurt right after you failed your drivers test." He gives me a hug. Then, leaves the room. 2 days. 2 more days until Coach Jill kicks one of us off the team, and it's not going to be me. Cheer leading is the only thing I have left in the world.

. . . .

I'm in an ice cold swimming pool. I look up, I can see the sun, and a bunch of clouds. I get out of the freezing pool and go to a chair. I lay down when someone comes up to me.

"Erica," He says. I can't see his face, or his hair. "Would you like some lemonade?" I nod and take a glass. He sits down beside me. I feel like a know him. Someone from school. New kid. The new kid what's his name- Tyler?

He wraps an arm around me. Then I kiss the faceless boy.

. . . .

I sit up with a gasp. I just kissed that faceless boy who I think is Tyler in my dream. A terror shiver goes down my spine. He's cute, but way out of my league. I go to cheer practice. Today's the day. The day that I learn my fate. I'll do fine if I believe in myself, and do it with confidence, right? I sigh, put on a t-shirt, and some tight shorts. I head out the door in my funky colors.

Everything that I see reminds me of Kyle in one way or another. I surprise myself, and don't break down in the middle of the road. I walk into the school where we practice.

Coach Jill is already yelling at us. I get ready to practice.

. . . .

We're all out of breath. Coach Jill talks to us individually, so none of us know who's out yet.

"Erica," She says. I walk over to her. "Erica, if you wanted to stay on the team, then you shouldn't have been acting sad, and lonely." I am sad and lonely, is what I want to tell her. "I'm sorry Erica, but I can't have girls who aren't good enough on my team. You're getting kicked off." Cheer leading was the one thing that I have in my life now. Black spots dance around my eyes. I walk through the locker rooms trying not to cry, but I'm failing at that. Tears surround my eyes.

"What's wrong?" Amy says.

"Kyle broke up with me," I say.

She rubs my arm. "Do you know who got kicked off the team?" She says.

I go silent.

"Do you?"

I nod.

"Who?"

I lift up a weak finger, and point at myself. She gasps, puts a hand over her mouth in surprise, but I know she's faking it. I know she's known. I know she didn't want to be friends with me, so she took that chance.

"Guess we can't be friends," She shrugs. "Sorry about Kyle." Then she turns around, hitting me with her red hair, and leaves.

I go home and into my room. My cat is pawing me, but she won't let me hug her long enough to make me happy. I can barely breathe I'm crying so bad. I just want everything to go away.

. . . .

I wake up, and look at the clock. 7:30. I guess I just had a little afternoon nap. I hear Mom and Dad fighting... Again. I sigh, and open my notebook to start on my writing assignment. I'm pretty sure she said that we should be done when school is out.

Hi, I'm just a 16 year old who thought she new what love was. But I don't. I know, everyone thinks they know what love is, but I really thought I did. But I guess it wasn't meant to be. These last few days have been rough. I didn't pass my drivers test, and I thought I did amazing, then my boyfriend, Kyle, broke up with me because I'm too dramatic. Like, what girl isn't dramatic??? Then I got kicked off the cheer team-the one thing that I had left. And my best friend isn't my best friend anymore... Yeah...

I think that seems good. Eh. Maybe not. Oh well. I just want to stay in bed, and relax. But sadly I can't. My stomach wants food. I get up, and go to the kitchen. Mom and Dad are in the other room yelling at each other. I put a Pop Tart in the toaster, and let in cook. I stare out the window. The little path that Kyle usually takes to get here is staring me right in the eye. We dated for 6 years. Since we were 10. Pop. The toaster finished cooking them.