BOOM!POP!FSHHH!

Fireworks were going off everywhere in the contry.

It was my birthday a.k.a. the Fourth of July, and my family and I were sitting on a picnic blanket. Also, my boyfriend was there.

"Amanda," he whispered softly, "I need to talk to you tomorrow.

"What? Why can't you talk right now?"

"Uh, I don't think you'd appreciate talking to me about it today, since it's your birthday." That was the first sign that he was gonna break up with me.

I couldn't enjoy the fireworks any longer, what with the anticipation. I'd been hoping that Fred would break up with me for the past few months, because he had become boooooooooring! So I became the worst girlfriend ever.

First of all, I had never come to any of his basketball games, even though he said that basketball was really important to him.

Second, I never let him kiss me. I always ducked away.

Third, I never answered the phone when he called. Ditto when he emailed or instant messaged me.

Fourth, I was always distracted when we ever hung out. I either stared into space, talked on the phone, talked to someone else, or texted.

Fifth and final, Wheever he set up a date, I was always busy, or I brought my friends along.

The next day at the school parking lot, Fred pulled me aside.

"Okay, I'll cut right to the chase," he said, then took a big deep breath. "I know you're a lesbo."

"WHAT?!" I shrieked.

"Hey, hey, don't freak out! I've seen the way you look at your friends. And you don't seem to like me anymore."

"Uh, that is so untrue!"

"Then why don't you ever seem to want to hang out with me?" He looked so hurt and confused, so I had no other choice, even if it was going to ruin my reputation.

Sighing, I said, "You're wrong. I'm not a lesbo." Then, looking deep in his eyes, I lied, "I'm bisexual."

He looked even more shocked.

"W-w-what?" He spluttered.

"You heard me. But you can't tell no one, 'kay? NO ONE! Not even your friends or parents. So, this is it. We're over."

Leaving Fred looking shocked, I walked away.