Janice Morgan, Janice Morgan, is Janice Morgan here? Thats when I wake from my day dream. Here, I say to Mrs. Robinson. I cannot believe that I just daydreamed my first day of high school here, at Disciple, and me meeting Demetri for the first time, my once best friend and well once love of my life. Wow like wow right now! 9th grade was such a long time ago, 11th grade is totally a different ball game. Demetri his name makes my heart still beat fast but with a sting. Betrayal is a cruel master and Deceit his companion. Demetri and I were such great friends, the best of friends actually. We would talk on the phone for hours, about absolutely nothing. It was great; until he told me he loved me in the middle of 9th grade. I just simply told him that I loved him too but as a friend, he just simple said okay. I thought it would not be awkward and it wasnt until guilt began to arise. I loved Demetri and not just as friends but I was too scared to say anything, for I did not want to risk hurting our friendship. I needed a good friend at this stink hole of a place. So I lived a lie until I could not take it anymore, I had to get it off my chest. I went up to Demetri and asked him a question, Do you still love me? it had been a whole year since he dared tell his feelings to me. His eyes widened, like if he was a deer in the headlights, he let out a big sigh and said, I told you I wasnt like one of these fake people, that I would never deceive to you, so here it goes a long pause happened and then, yes I still love you.I whispered back, I love you too. It was like one of those movie moments. It literally felt amazing, until she came.
Clara was beautiful, a cheerleader, and crazy charismatic, everything Im not. She was one of those girls that got what she wanted when she wanted, and she wanted something, Demetri. At first I was just so happy Demetri was mine until Clara started hanging around a lot more than usual.
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