I slammed my bedroom door behind me and threw my book bag at the wall. Unsatisfied that it missed, I threw it again. Then I flopped on my bed, hugged my bear to my chest and wiped angrily at the tears that dared seep from my eyes.

I sat up and looked at myself in the mirror, but pictures of him were stuck all around my blotchy face. I jumped up, yanked them all of, tore each one to shreds and then began a search for everything that reminded me of him.

I grabbed a shoebox, and into it went the picture fragments, CDs, notes, cards, valentines, the ugly stuffed alligator he won me at the fair.

He kept calling me, too, and every time I picked up and hung up on him, I just felt angrier.

I took the box outside and watched them all burn. But that wasn’t satisfying enough. I climbed in my car, blasted the radio up loud, and drove to our bridge.

He was there! In his shiny red Camaro, arm around Kristin! I gunned the engine and rear-ended him! I held the pedal to floor, pushing his cheating body over the edge.