Full is the world of shallow, petty people and dear lord, here starts another school year. As a freshman, I was on top on my school. Okay, not as far as social status goes. 7th, 8th, and 9th were one school and 10th, 11th, and 12th were another. Bottom of the totem pole, lower than the dirt. Being pushed around is getting really old really fast.

We had a pep assembly today and guess who was in the pep band? We did fine, but I really wanted to be sitting with him and Fuka and shouting obscene things at the cheerleaders. I don't want to play this game called life anymore. Game over. I'm done.

But I can't be done. It doesn't work like that, much to my avail.

I mean, what kind of girl cries after she's done fooling around with the guy she loves more than anything in the world and is lying in his arms. I started crying when I felt his tongue on mine, and remembered the same taste from so long ago, the same soft touch, the same way I can forget to breathe when I'm with him.

He pulled away. "Are you crying?"

I shook my head and kissed him passionately, which he probably mistook for lust.

He saw me wipe away my tears. "What's wrong?" he asked.

"I miss this so much. I miss being with you." I said quietly.

We lay there for a few more minutes in silence then he decides we should leave.

Of all the things I miss the most, it's not my sanity, it's him.