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"WHYY" yelled Marcy from the inside of her locker as she sniffled. Olivia and I looked at each other talking with our eyes if we should say something or not. Marcy was always the big baby so if we said something when she is in distress mode, it would go two ways she would either; yell some more or calm down. Each of them was a 50/ 50 percent chance. Not only was she the heartbroken one but we were too, Olivia was also teary-eyed from her second heartbreak.

I was like concrete nothing could phase me although I think I could still hear my heartbreaking a little. It was our last day of freshman year when our boyfriends broke up with us it hurt the girl more than it hurt me, I was used to heartbreak.

" Come on Marcy lets get out of here, we will go eat some ice cream and stay up watching TV all night, maybe I will sneak some wine," I say in a super sweet voice.

" Really?" she says in a child's voice.

"Of course," I say as I coax her out of the locker. Though when she tries to get out she realizes it is locked. We all start laughing from sorrow.

" Okay let's go," I say tears on my face from the laughter as we get our backpacks and walk together out of school.

It was 12 o'clock when Marcy spoke up; "Why do you think they broke up with us."she inquired actual thinking about it. She was tipsy from the wine that I sneaked up my room,soon she would began crying. Olivia and I burst out laughing from sorrow; we were the same we both reacted the same to sadness.

"It's really not funny ok- ay not funny" I said catching my breath as tears rolled down my eyes and wiped them away before anyone saw. Olivia laughed even harder than me but it soon turned into crying.

" We cant do anything right" Olivia says hysterically crying now.

"Why does this happen to us" Marcy whimpers as a few tears fall.

"I don't know Marcy we will never know." I say shrugging my shoulders for them it was their first but for more it was a lifetime of heartbreak. It was something that would stay with me forever and something I would never tell them. By the middle of your junior year we named our selves the Heartbreak trio there was no other way to describe us we would have a boyfriend but they would break up with us one way or another. By the time we reached Senior year we would already have had 16 ex-boyfriends and we would be each others dates for Prom.

I would never forget that day we were all sad but what we didn't know was that we would be sad forever and every relationship we would have would turn out bad. That day was the start of our demise.