This is something I thought of while sitting on my comp, I wasnt sure what to put it with so I chose what I normally do: Pokemon.
I do not in any shape or form own pokemon or make any profit form the online publication of this literature, aka its for fun. I hope you guys enjoy.
I sit and watch as he walks away, the crowd of adoring fans close behind him. And by fans I know I mean girls... I bite my lip as the tears to dare prickle over the edge of my eyes, reflecting the twinge of pain in my heart. There he goes again, and I never got to say what I wanted to...I never really do anymore. Its one contest after another, one battle after another, one ribbon after another, he leaves no time for conversation. I sigh with a heavy heart and even heavier feet as I trudge back to the center.
"Where did you go after the contest? We were supposed to go celebrate at that new cafe you talked about", I ignored my brother Max and trudged up the stairs to my room...my sanctuary. But of course no one can ever be left alone with a mind full of buzzing thoughts, and a heart of uncertainty.
"Hey, were all going out to eat! Im craving a hamburger so bad!" I heard the doors slide open and close as everyone left, and why wouldnt they? No one knows how I really feel, no one knows how it feels to be me. The cold pillow and extra bouncy matress greet me with open arms as I kick off my shoes and collapse.
"Whats wrong with me...?" No matter how many times I ask, I know there wont be an answer. I dare not ask it to anyone but myself. Crazy as it seems I ask myself that everytime, only too keep my eyes from flooding over. Nothing is "wrong" with me...Im a teenage girl in an impossible love...the store of girls everywhere. But I'm in the story with rough, torn, jagged pages... The digital clock displays the time 7:45 as the movie in my mind replays..
"Hey there..." I stopped in my tracks, his response had never been so distant before..so..cold.. "You did a nice job in the contest today, but defineitly no where near as good as me" My cheeks flushed bright red
"I would of won if I hadnt gone against Solidad in the 2nd round, and you know it!' I pouted childishly, hoping maybe to get the famous smirk and hairflip from him...but nothing of the sorts..
"Well I should probably get going, I have lots of training to do" right then I once again hoped for that signature hair flick.. a sign that he was alright...again..nothing..
"Alright.. I'll cya at the next contest!" I waved happily, smiling evne though underneath I was strugging with questions and concern..but then again it was him, it was probably nothing... thats what I though at first until..
BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP! I smacked the buzzer on the alarm clock, I vaguely remembered setting that I could see the new "Detective Conan" movie tonight... Sadly now its the last thing on my mind... I swing my legs over the bed and look dazily at my yellow fanny pack..but soon my eyes blur over as the tears Iv held back spill over my eyes, and pool on my biker shorts.
I look over onto the dresser at the vase full of flowers...but not just any flowers..the ones he's given me since that day...but theyre not roses..but cyclamens ,the flower with only meaning...
He tossed back a in my direction that I cought, confusion clear on my face... he looked right at me and mouthed one word before disappearing down the road..
Goodbye...
