"You're breaking up with me?" I ask.

"Sorry Lev, it's just...I don't love you anymore...and...I found someone better! I'm sorry! Hopefully, we can still be friends?!" She said.

"O...K..." I said slowly.

"Sorry." She said, and then hung up the phone.

"The thing is. She's not sorry." I say to myself.

I get up from the chair that I'm sitting on and go to the mirror in my room. I look at myself. My, astonishing, white hair a mess, which is weird, because I'm 15. My dull, emerald green eyes are drooping also. My clothes are dirty, or at least they should, stating that I hadn't washed them for the past 72 hours, and my once pale face has been littered with dirt. I'm about 170 centimeters tall, which for me, is small, cause people around me are like 20 centimeters taller than me. 

"Might as well take a shower..." I say.

About 20 minutes later. I go to my bed and get out my planner, I grab my pen and write: Get groceries. I then put my planner on my bedside table and see my family photo.

I see my mom, looking as beautiful as ever with her blue eye's, and white hair, fair skin, and nice pink lips. I then see my dad. He looks good too, with platinum blond hair, and emerald green eyes, the pale skin. His black glasses resting on the tip of his nose. I can see where I get my genes from. 

Then there's me. The only child. We look happy. Nice smiles on a warm day at the beach. I'm sitting on moms lap while dad is sitting next to us while we read a book under a striped umbrella. That day was so much fun...

I hadn't realized that I was crying until I felt warm liquid fall down my cheek onto my hand that was gripping my pants. I lifted my hand and put the photo face down into the piece of wood I called a table.

After calming down, and wiping my face, I put on a jacket and head outside. Hoping I can get some Iced tea from the cafe a few blocks away. Maybe this can be a little help in making me happy...