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Astonishment. Fear. Betrayal. Confusion. Guilt. Denial.

I read over the words on the screen.

"...separate ways...just friends...we had a great run...not you, it's me..."

I flip my phone shut without thinking. I dare not read the end. I look at my lamp. My cork board. My feet. Anything but the end.

GAH, what was I thinking?! I must have looked so stupid next to him. So out of my league. I didn't even get something human. I got the friggin' "it's not you, it's me."

Tears well up in my eyes. Let 'em run. Let them stream down my face and drop onto my phone. Stupid camera-less, keyboard-less, 7-contact, Forrest Gump phone. Let them drop and erase its memory. Erase the text that ruined my social life, my day, my week, my mascara.

Just when I reach the climax of my self-pity wallow party, my little Forrest Gump vibrates, as if to say, "Um, hello? I'm right here."

Stupid selfish self-absorbed phone.

I stare for a minute at the pixels magnified by my gray waterfall. Dazed by sadness, laziness, and just lack of caring. I feel numbed, and it's not because it's the first December snow. I feel as if my muscles have turned to cotton. And I sit on the shelf, like a ragdoll long forgotten. That's all I am apparently, just a childish plaything he got tired of.

Forrest Gump shakes in my hand again, stirring me awake from my reverie. I sniff irritatedly at my congestion. "ABBY" it reads. I flip it open and push the ginormous buttons meant for senior citizens who can barely open their eyes.

"Hey! Meet me @ the frnt of da skool. Football games is @ 6. I got da gummi worms ;P

~Abby<3"

Abby Greensdale. First grade. Sharing gummy worms on the bus. Pokemon cards. Stuffed dinosaurs. Dress-up. Chasing prissy Kylie Thompson with a bug. She beat up Robbie Nicholson for me. He pulled my pigtails. She punched his gut.

I giggle to myself as all thoughts of my quarter-life-crisis melt away. A sit and reminisce about the days of past. The days were guys were contagious to the touch and all things pinky-sworn were set in stone. I throw Forrest Gump deep into my sheets and reach for my keys. I smile as I brace my self for a desperately-needed dose of vitamin Abby.




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liveamongthestarsdieamongthepeople said...
Aug. 18, 2012 at 10:22 pm:
I really like this, it has good description and a little sarcastic humor. Its a perfect memory. And i can definitely relate my bf same exact words and then hooked up with my best friend. Keep writing!:)
 
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silver_ice said...
Oct. 21, 2011 at 12:01 am:
o my gosh i love this!!
 
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RayBaytheDinosaurThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
Sept. 12, 2011 at 11:21 am:
Wow =) i really like this, its so realistic in the way the character thought and acted, keep writing, you're really great!
 
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snc947 said...
Dec. 8, 2009 at 2:29 pm:
lol. luv it! abby? what about me?! whos this abby neway?! *sniff; tear* i feel replaced! *sarcasm* haha.
 
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