Lindsay Anderson

Alyssa Lindsay Anderson

When I had arrived at the Valen-tine's Day dance, I had expect-ed to meet Jack, my boy-friend of six and a half months, and dance the night away. When I had arrived, that is not how it had played out, at all! Instead, I had caught him and my best girl friend, Marcia, dancing close and kissing each other on the lips. Breaking apart, the two back-stabbers looked at me and paled. Even though they had tried to say some-thing, I slapped them both in the face and told them that I was done with them. Fast forward to now, anger and pain fill my heart, tears are stream-ing down my face, and I am making my way to the school's main door. After all, I have had enough of this night.