I finally wiped my tears and left the stall. I washed my hands and dried my eyes. I left the bathroom and went to my locker. I relized I had some rearanging to do. I ripped down all my pictures of Ryan and went to the garbage to throw them out.
“Hey Nicloe, I’ve been looking everywhere for you!”
It was Susan.
“Oh, hi Susan.”
“Anyway I- Can I have those?”
She pointed to my pictures of Ryan.
Anger welled inside me, but I convinced myself not to show it.
“Sure.” With my hand shaking, I handed her the pictures.
“Thanks, Ryan won’t let me take pictures of him!”
“Oh, well thats just SWELL !!!!”
I walked away.