Broken Hearts Club

Chapter Two - "Look Alive, Sunshine"

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Chapter Two – “Look Alive, Sunshine”

Despite the autumn weather, the windows of our apartment were wide open the following afternoon, letting in a light breeze. Thanks to Mona’s parents we didn’t have to live in a dorm room, or go through the horrific experience of going through rush.

In fact thanks to Mona’s parents I didn’t have to pay for my college experience at all. Her family gave me the most amazing 18th birthday present in the whole entire world. A college education. But sometime I stopped to wonder whether it was for my benefit, or because Mona wanted me to go have the college experience right alongside her. Either way, I didn’t really mind. Mona was after all pretty much my sister, except closer. I didn’t really have to work to have enough money to live on. Mona’s dad had an account set up just for us to use any time we wanted.  But I liked to know that I was contributing something to it. And working at the bar wasn’t too gruelling.

A row of pizza boxes lined the small glass coffee table that stood in our tiny apartment living room. I had called an emergency club meeting right after we fixed up Salina’s make up. Cheered her up with a bowl of warm paste and dropped her off at her dorm room, telling her to meet us in our apartment the next afternoon. We didn’t really talk about the break or our planning. She was far to distort for that. Salina wasn’t there yet; but we sat in a cycle with our official club members.

The broken hearts club started during the summer right after our senior year of high school. I didn’t come up with the name. Mona did. She thought it was poetic.

You see, I had my heart broken, badly, by a douche bag at our school. For weeks I walked around like a zombie. I felt horrible. Like I was the ugliest most disgusting creature in the world. Then one day, burst into my room and demanded I stop feeling sorry for myself. Of course this was right after I cancelled on coming to her birthday party. She was there within 2 minutes of me hung up the phone to tell her I wasn’t in the partying mood. Our houses where about 5 minutes from each other.

She couldn’t take no for an answer. She demanded that I tell her how I feel that instance and that I ‘stop acting like that freaking emo girl in those dumb vampire books after her emo boyfriend leaves her’. She said I was so much better than that.

And she was right. At that moment I felt better. I stopped blame the guy acting like a douche bag on myself and got angry at him instead. There was something wrong with him not me. And I felt like a needed to do something. To hurt him somehow to make it better. To show him you can’t do what he did to people.  

And that’s when Mona suggested it. We do hurt him like he hurt me. We break his heart. I thought she was crazy and that she watched too many teen movies…but Mona has a way of making you agree with her point of view. So then we hatched up a plan. We would get Mona to make him fall in love with her. We would find out everything about him. The type of girl he liked. His interests. We would make her the perfect girl for him…we even went for hair as to dye her hair black because we heard somewhere that he liked girls with dark hair.

Oh boy did it work. He was in love with her. The poor guy couldn’t control himself around her. Then when he was completely and utterly head over heels, we ripped it out right from under him. Making sure we did it as publicly as possible.  Sure it seems harsh. But I can’t say he didn’t deserve it.

After that it just kind of kept growing. First we got back at the guy who stole Mona’s car and left her at the biker bar. Then, once we got to College we started with our friend’s horrible ex-boyfriends. Gradually the circle got bigger and bigger, advertising by word of mouth, only of course.  Guys didn’t know that all their broken hearts happened because of an underground feminist organisation.