Stella woke up on the second morning she was at the motel. She laid in bed staring at the ceiling. Her depression was getting worse, her sadness wasn't lessening. She thought about Kane every day and missed him desperately, but then the image of Kira in his lap making out with him would pop in her mind and she would get angry and hurt all over again. She just didn't understand. He had said he loved her. Was it because they were fighting? Kira was model thin and beautiful. Maybe Kane wanted someone like that instead of her over-curvy self. Stella hated where her mind was going. She got out of bed, showered, braided her hair once again, dressed in a pair of white jean shorts, a pink tank top and a new pair of ankle boots. She left the motel room, put her new backpack on her shoulders
