Emerald Heart

The Start Of It All

     Shayna's POV

This is the story of mine and Pete's high school years and what happened during that time. Before I begin the story, let me first tell you that my name is Shayna Fronsee. I am fifteen years old and I'm a freshman at Paris High School. I am a short, brown haired girl with blue eyes. I dyed streaks of my hair blue and black underneath the top layer of my hair the summer of my freshman year without anyone knowing I did it because of a rule I got given. I will admit, I've been doing a pretty good job of hiding it, but there were some days where I didn't care if people saw it or not. Anyways, my grandparents passed away when I was in sixth grade and my parents passed away when I was in seventh grade. After those moments, I got to live with a family friend of mine since she was willing to take me in. She was like a sister to me, so I was glad she took me in. I'll admit, I kept a photo album of all the trips we did and of all my favourite pictures. I had a picture of my parents standing in front of a fountain in Colorado and a picture of my grandparents in front of the fountain as well.

     I have (well, I guess it's had as of now) three best friends whose names were Wolfy, Alexis, and Sapphire. We always hung out and talked at my house after school and at the mall. They met three guys in middle school whose names were Andy, Patrick, and Joe. I guess Joe, Andy, and Patrick asked Sapphire, Wolfy, and Alexis out and they said sure. Every time they would go off with their boyfriends, they would ask if I'm okay with it. I always told them to not worry about me, to have fun, and that I'll be perfectly fine. In eighth grade, I found out that Patrick, Andy, and Joe had to move to Chicago and they could bring one friend each. They asked Sapphire, Wolfy, and Alexis if they would like to go with them. Looking at me for permission, I told them that it was their choice in response. They looked back at their boyfriends and accepted the offer after I said that. Ever since that moment, I never thought that I'd be going through a moment that I went through beforehand after past events happened . . . I went through loneliness and regretted telling them that it was their choice.

     Before you ask, yes, they would text me, call me, and Skype me to see how I'm doing during the summertime. Every time they did, I would always tell them that I'm doing fine and that I missed them all. There was a day, and it was on my fifteenth birthday, that I turned off my phone because I was feeling like my emotions were draining and they didn't want to be controlled. All I wanted to do was relax, so I locked myself in my room all days and only came out if I really needed and/or I had to. Well, now that I've introduced myself, I'll let Pete introduce himself.

     Pete's POV

Like Shayna told you, my name is Pete Wentz. I am fifteen myself and a freshman at Paris High School. I was the kid who had anxiety and always wanted to keep to myself. I was tall with jet black hair and... Well, put it simply, I was emo. I did cut because of my anxiety and my depression. I almost ended my life, but I'll explain that another time.

     Anyways, I have/had three friends whose names were Patrick, Joe, and Andy. I'm pretty sure Shayna mentioned them and that they ended up asking out three girls whose names were Alexis, Sapphire, and Wolfy. They always hung out with them and were rarely ever separated from them unless they didn't have classes together. Every time they would see them, they would see if I wanted to come. I always told them no and that they can go. Later, I found out they had to move to Chicago at the end of eighth grade. I told them I wanted to stay in town to finish school instead of getting used to a different school. They understood and they flew out on the first day of summer with their girlfriends. Almost always, they would text me to see what I was up to and I would ignore them unless I was in the mood to talk to them (since I get into those moods where I don't want to talk to people if I don't have to). When my birthday rolled around on June 5th, I left my phone on though I completely ignored it all day. They tried calling and texting me, but I didn't respond at all. I locked myself in my room all day and walked out when I had to or needed to that day. My mom was worried about me and I told her I was fine. I always wore a jacket to cover my scars on my arms as well, knowing that I would get asked by my mother. . . even though she always asks me why I was wearing a jacket in the middle of summer. I simply told her that I was fine and that I don't ever overheat.