Cry, baby cry!

It's very hard to describe one of the worst days of your life. When you recall the pain you felt at that time, the feelings you had in that moment, you kind of pass that trouble one more time. Mainly, the reasons for which people are crying are death of a close person or the problem in/of love. In my case, and as usually in every teenager's case, the reason was love. I'll try my best to describe what happened, why it happened and how it happened . . .
The story started in our school, at the American Academy in Tbilisi. At first I never noticed her. We had no lessons together, only advisory…