My First and Last Heartbreak

  Believe it or not I once was a heartbreaker back in my teen years. One of my most remembered heartbreaks was a girl named Anastasia. Some years later I wrote about her in my diaries, hoping she would admire me. Eventually, I knew she would move on to find someone better.

  Anastasia along with her friend Desiree would often bump into me and an old friend of mine while walking home. Judging the look that came upon her face I could tell she had a crush on me. However, this crush of hers would become one big bust. It all started during school hours; the particular day it happened is forgotten. What I could remember is that it was during the early stages of spring. Five minutes before the bell for the next period would ring me and a couple of fellow classmates went towards the science lab. Fresh out of gym I felt a bit energetic and playful.

  Finally, the bell to the next period rings, meaning it was time to bring in new classes. Being the hesitant high schooler I was (along with others) not even letting students from the previous pack up and leave I barge into the lab. Sitting in a seat close to the entrance and the board to the right was Anastasia. Noticing that she was too busy packing her bag I took her phone off the charger. Obliviously you should know what I did; took it right off the charger.

  Yet again I was feeling energetic once leaving gym so I ran around with her phone. In a playful but aggravated tone Anastasia yelled "Malcolm stop playing." I ignored her outcry twice. Starting to feel a bit restless Anastasia called two of our colleagues of the same grade to fetch me down. Tired of dodging, tussling, and bustling I gave up and "pow." The prettiest little cell phone rocking a pink coat was smashed, not being able to breathe again.

  Looking back I don't know what caused the room to get quieter than a pin drop. What is the action that took place? Maybe the look of agony on Anastasia's face? To this very day nobody knows.

  Wearing a face that was as red as a burning fire Anastasia yells "Really? Malcolm Really?" Luckily her best friend Desiree was holding her back. No Bullshit I believed she would've bust my ass if she was set loose.

  If it's too good to be true I felt disgusted with myself after this. I would try to apologize to Anastasia via Facebook but responses were dull. Very little regret came when it went to this action of conflict resolution. My status would be a "stalker" and a "creep" for a bit. No shits I gave, school was school it was nothing personal.

  After graduation Anastasia went her way and I went mine. She is now a wife and a mother a son. I myself have attended BMCC (Borough of Manhattan Community College) and put on academic dismissal on top of spending four years at the institution. Although I am considered a lower-sophomore with 40 credits by close ones I'm called a rebel without a cause. Whoever has been given a better hand is and will not be discussed. we can debate if it's possible, but I'll digress.

  Like Robin Thicke said about Paula "She don locked the door." On this very day the door is still locked and will forever be. From the days of my adolescence up until manhood the sight of a women never has been enjoyable. It's as if I just can't let go of something. I just can't figure it out. No matter where I go or what woman I see: all I could see is Anastasia.

  Anastasia, she shall always be with me. She is and will always be my first and last heartbreak.