Personal Narrative-Skin Girl

I met my ex at the skating rink in Stevensville. I was with two of my friends and they were talking to four girls. My friends came over by me and said, “Go get on the light skin girl.” When I went to the table where she was sitting, I begin asking her simple questions like what is your name, how old are you, and what school do you go to. But she was acting like she didn’t want to talk, and her friend was like she’s a shy girl. She still didn’t say anything, so I walked off. On the way home in the car my friends asked, “Did you get her number?” I told them she was acting like she didn’t want to talk. One of the girls texted my friend, and gave him the number to the girl I was trying to talk to. She told him that she wanted me to text her. We’ve

I was assuming that she was over there with another dude. So I hopped on my bike and rode it all the way to her street. I pedaled up and down past her house to see if someone would come out, but nobody came out. The next day she apologized and said she went to sleep. In the back of my head I didn’t, believe her because I had a strange feeling that she was lying. It felt like my brain was slowly turning inside out the more i kept thinking. Later on that night my ex called and said, “I can’t do this anymore.” I quickly assumed it was about the relationship. She then said, “I still talk to my ex, and all of the times i clicked over on the phone or was ignoring you i was talking to him.” I told her, “It doesn 't matter, we can still work things out.” She then said, “No, i’ve been treating you wrong and i don’t deserve you. If that doesn 't make you mad, you remember the night you were called me over forty times? I had another boy over.” At that moment, i realized what i was assuming was true. I told her, “It’s okay if we can’t be together.” Seconds before we hung up, She silently said, “Sorry.” I could hear her voice fading out in my head, like a shadow vanishing while the sun 's going