Breaking Point

Introduction

Everybody takes a risk every now and then. Sometimes that risk is life changing, or maybe you get a lesson out of it. It may even cause you to want to take that risk all over again. Taking a risk is like taking a drug. Once you get just a taste of it, you want more. No matter how much it may be hurting you, you still go back to it. The adrenaline rush seems so worth it. It’s like when you get that first high, your mind is telling you that this makes everything better. When in reality, it may be hurting you deep inside. You ignore your true feelings, and just make the best of anything that comes your way.

I took a risk. It altered my life in a major way. I did something that no one thought I would do. I did the unthinkable.


(My Story)

I was the girl that everyone knew. I was madam president, a straight A student, and a best friend to all. That was all I ever was. I was not perfect. I had made mistakes, but they were not necessarily front page of a magazine worthy. I was the girl you knew, but didn’t find interesting. That was until I met someone who changed all of that.

I saw him on the first day of school. He came into my first period class already looking like a slacker. I instantly thought of him as a good for nothing juvenile delinquent. I mean he had the look and the personality of a trouble maker. He obviously didn’t care about anything as far as education, but he did take a quick interest in something (or someone) else.

He used to only take glances at me, but soon those glances turned into stares. Before I knew it, they became smiles of complete interest. I began to find myself interested too. Without realizing it, I returned those smiles of interest. That was when I knew I had begun to fall for him. With one smile I was hooked.

Every day we exchanged glances and smiles. I don’t know why, but it was almost like I looked forward to those moments. It was like every time I saw him I wanted some kind of communication. I didn’t care how I got it. I just wanted the attention he gave me.

After my last class, he came up to me and formally introduced himself as Jason. I told him my name and then he shook hands with me. It was like electricity for me. It was as if we were magnets instantly drawn to one another. Like always, he smiled. I returned the smile back. This time the smile had a different message. Instead of saying “I’m interested”, it said “I want you”.

Soon after he asked me to commit and become his girl. I was so hesitant that I denied him his offer at the moment and waited. That didn’t stop him though. He took action. Jason was on a mission to make me fall for him and make me his.

I began to receive love letters, and those only made me fall deeper into his little game. I knew from the start I was one of the pieces he thought he could control. I didn’t care though. I loved the whole feeling. My life was changing, and it was changing fast.

It wasn’t long after when I decided to commit. I became Jason’s girl, and before I knew it I became an instant celebrity.

Everyone supported the idea of Jason and I dating. They found the idea of the “good girl” and the “bad boy” a couple almost scandalous. It was like a movie. Only difference was I was actually living it and not on the outside looking in. There was no script. I made all the decisions.

Our names floated around the campus. We were the “It” couple. I loved every moment of it. I craved attention so bad, that when I got it I didn’t want to let it go. The adrenaline rush flowed throughout me, and it was rising every minute of the day.

We were your magazine cover. Our names were plastered everywhere. In every conversation our names came up. No matter where I went, I got asked, “Aren’t you the girl dating Jason?” It was like being chased by paparazzi. They were hungry for news, and I was definitely that.

Like every headline story, there was an issue in my so-called perfect story. Jason was a huge cheat, and couldn’t help but flirt with every girl that passed by. I didn’t care at first though. My name was out there, and that was all I cared about. I finally had the type of attention I had always wanted a taste of. I was going to do whatever I had to do to keep it.

Everything was fine until my love life interfered with everything else. My friends found out about it and instantly told me things about Jason I did not know about. They were all so angered at my decision to be with Jason, that I almost lost them as friends. They knew I was better than that and deserved better. One of my friends took it worse than all the rest.

He took his anger out on the situation and walked out on me. I was so devastated that I had to go find him and fix everything. I knew then that my scandalous lifestyle had to come to an end. I had to end it before I lost everything that meant the most to me.

I found him and that was when all the cards came onto the table. Things were said that we both regret, but in the end I had my friendship back. I had one thing to do left.

I ended the relationship after school. I was fed up with the frustration, hurt, and betrayal. Enough was enough. I had given up trying.

I was still told after that “Oh you could have been the girl to change him! He would have changed.” My response to that now is still the same. I can’t change him. No one can. Sometimes we shouldn’t try to accomplish the impossible.

My risk was crazy. It made a new name for myself. I’m no longer the girl with a squeaky clean reputation or the “good girl” dating a “bad boy”. I am the girl that tried to accomplish the impossible. I took a risk. This risk changed my life forever. This risk made me stronger.