To say its better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all is only said by people that have obviously never done it. Call me a sucker, but if I didn’t love you insome way, shape, or form, I wouldn’t have a relationship with you at all. We would passin the street, make eye contact, I would shoot you a smile and that would be that. I would put my life on the line for anyone I’ve known more than 5 minutes. That’s just me. Idon’t expect that in return ever, I just think that most people are worth sticking up for…..most people.
I was in English class one day and we were watching “A Raisin in the Sun”. It’s basedon a book by Walter Lee. I hear a knock on the door to the classroom and the teacher goes and opens it. Everyone looks to see who it is because that’s always what people do.This time was especially interesting because there were two security guards and an armed police sheriff standing at the door. At first I thought they were going to do a random drugsearch but I noticed they had no dogs. They were looking for someone. The teacher madea gesture toward the opposite side of the room. The side of the room where everyone wassitting. The person they wanted was here somewhere. As they cross the room therelooking at everyone’s face. The lights were out because of the movie which was still playing. “You, get up your coming with us.” I get up out of my desk and walk aroundonly to be grabbed and slammed down on my face. I’m going to take this opportunity tomention that I don’t do well when confronted by authority, especially without proper introduction. They cuff my hands behind my back using zip ties. One of the securityguards grabs my backpack and they walk me to the door apologizing for theinconvenience to the teacher. As I’m being escorted across campus I inquire as to thereason of my being snatched up and they say “don’t know, can’t tell you.” “Well which isit?” I asked and they said “Don’t worry about it, you’ll find out soon.” Now I’m justgetting pissed. Not only do they embarrass me, they don’t even have to courtesy to tellme what I’ve done wrong, even though I’ve already been cuffed. We get to the smallsheriffs department on campus which is literally just big enough for a filing cabinet, adesk, four chairs, and a small fake tree in the corner. He opens the door and pushes meinside. My ex girlfriend is sitting in one of the chairs. We had been broken up for amonth. “Now that you see her do you know why you’re here?” “No, why don’t you tellme?” “Watch your mouth, you’re in enough trouble as it is.” “Right.” He asks her to tellhim again what she told him earlier and to pretend like I wasn’t there. To make a longstory short, she began telling him that it was about a month and a half earlier and me andher were messing around and I started to do things and go places and she was telling meno and that I kept going anyway. The whole time she’s crying. I’m sure you get wherethis was going. I of course came back with the response of “what the fuck? That’sfucking bullshit!” and it was, we dated for two weeks, we were never alone. The copasked me to please refrain from any more outbursts
(only he didn’t say it like that)
. Healso told me that I had really fucked up because he had a daughter and if some greasyteenage punk like me had done what my ex was saying I did he would kill them (
). It’s not a good feeling to have when you’re in a situation like that and you knowyou’re screwed either way. So she continued and even gave a date and place. He askedme for my side. I was extremely pissed at this point. “I already told you, that’s all bullshit. I know the exact time she’s talking about. She forgot to mention the fact that weweren’t the only ones there. During the whole two weeks we dated we were never alone