Bright beams of yellow sunlight crash upon my Small, Pale face.I tiredly crawled out of my bed, and wandered out into the kitchen. I opened the fridge, grabbed the orange juice, and poured myself a glass.
             "Emily?" my mom entered the room. "You want some breakfast honey?" asks my mother.
              "No" I replied. I finished up the last of my juice, and shoved on my shoes. "Bye" I muttered over my shoulder, as I hopped on the bus.
              I was never the school type. I never got the highest grades, and I wasen't very popular when it comes to friends. I stumbled to the back of the bus, threw my bag to the floor, and hurridly tied my dark stringy hair up into a messy ponytail.
              The bus pulled to a stop, everybody empties off. Me, ofcourse, being the last off the bus. I rushed up the steps and walked through the doorway. Searching for my locker through the crowds of rushing teenagers, I found it, entered the combination and threw open the door. After grabbing a few books, I headed towards the direction of my first class. But instead of walking into the room, I stumbled over someones bookbag, and fell straight to the ground.
            " sorry, that was my fault, I shouldnt just leave my things around the hallway". It was Josh. My only crush for 3 years. I hadn't spoke to him since then, but for a very good reason.Not really a good reason, a stupid reason. We had been friends, best friends, and we used to be with eachother all of the time. Until that night, we had been at my house studying for a test we had the next day. Randomly, out of nowhere, Josh tells me that he loves me.
            " I love you too" I replied. I looked deep into his eyes, and his warm hands ran down my arm. I shivered, and I realize that I had loved him all along. He was the only one. I felt so deeply in love when I was around him. The way he understood, the way he listened, and cared. He was so thoughtful, and loving. I never wanted to let go, I wanted to hold onto this forever, him forever. He was there for me. His love for me was incredibly strong, as was mine for him. Just as we leaned in closer to eachother, and Josh grabbed my hand, the door to my house opened. My mother was home from work. Me and Josh seperated from eachother, and opened the books, so my mother would not suspect anything. Since my father left us, my mother didnt want me  to have anything to do with boys when it comes to dating. Friends were the farthest we could go. I guess she was worried someone would hurt me, like my father hurt my mother.
           " She opened my door, and told us she had heard everything. She told me she was very disapointed in me, and that I would be badly punished. I didnt care, as long as I could be with Josh, and when she told me I was never aloud to see Josh again, I cried on the spot. I screeched for days. I told her I could not live without him, but she told me that I was too young to feel real, true love. She never realized that we had a sort of connection. He was my love.
          Since then, we havent spoke, until now. Tears fell to my face as I ran through the corrider towards the bathroom, grabbed at the paper towels, and slammed them to my face. This was certainly the worst day of my life, and my life had been pretty bad. Alot of things had happened in the past couple of years. But this was terrible. I dont know why I still felt something after 3 years, and especially because he only told me sorry for tripping me up. I guess hearing his voice reminded me of memories I had had. Good and bad. His voice was like an angel from heaven, singing to me, telling me everything would be okay.
         I stayed there the whole day, in that bathroom pouring out my cold, salty tears. Letting shrieks of pain and dispair echoe through the walls. I realized, that I would never have a love like this. This was true.