There should be some sort of school program—like the ones for super-smart students—that addresses the needs of the recently dumped. That way, the one who’s been dumped could ease back into single life without having everyone offering a running commentary or making up ridiculous reasons why the dumpage occurred in the first place. Plus, you'd get coaching on what to say when friends ask you why he broke things off when all he said was “it isn’t working between us”.
And no, this isn’t only about me. There must be others out there dealing with the same situation. It’s just that no one’s stepped forward to share the spotlight of humiliation yet.
Chester High’s cafeteria is the last place I want to be, but Dana and Sherry insist this small act of bravery will prevent the stories of my junior-year breakup from reaching new levels of ultimate embarrassment.