My first heartbreak was my sophomore year of high school. I had been hanging out with this boy, a tall, blonde football player named Ethan that was a year younger.

At first, it felt like I was in a movie. He would visit me wherever I was and my heart raced whenever I saw him. I was so head over heels that I did whatever he wanted without question, including meeting his parents and going to the movies with his friends.

Even after he told me we couldn't date each other because we were too young, I stood faithful to him because he told me that he loved me, and I believed him. Even when he told me all the reasons why I wasn't good enough and how I failed him, I still loved him because there was nothing he could do so badly that would make me forget all of our wonderful memories.

It took until I saw him holding hands with my best friend that I finally realized that he didn't care about me. I became so heartbroken that it made me sick. I was filled with so much anger and hatred that I surrounded myself with protective walls. I became ruthless and if someone wouldn't back me up or showed me the smallest reason why I shouldn't trust them, I threw them away like rags. Eventually, I was friendless and hated.

However, through all of my pain and rage, there was one friend that stood by me without ever questioning or challenging me. She never scolded me for being mean, even though the friends I dumped were hers as well. Whenever I spoke badly about anyone, instead of telling me that I was being unfair, she simply reassured me that I had every right to feel the way I felt.

It was she and I against the world, partners in crime, April Kana and Tesha Costales. Completely and utterly inseparable and no one could ever break us....

That's what we thought, at least.