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Author: Janet
I never wanted to go inside my house anymore. I always thought that she might be there in the kitchen or the living room or anywhere else I might want to be. She might be with my stepmom or my dad, or her sister or my own. Or she might be with another guy. That thought hurt the most. She could fall in love with anyone, and that was her right. I just had the right to be miserable when she did.
Why did I have to fall in love with her? Why not someone else? Why? I never asked to fall in love with Grace. Why did she have this power over me? Why did I let her slip away so many times before? Why am I sitting here whining about a relationship that would be just as disgusting as it is great?
"Eli!"I heard my stepmother, Lily, yell as she opened the door into my room. Her yell kind of startled me.
"Hi, Lily,"I said as I put down my guitar.
"I didn't hear you playing. I'm sorry if I interrupted you."
"No, I wasn't playing. Just thinking."
"Oh. Is something wrong?" Lily got her typical look of motherly concern. It didn't matter that I wasn't her own flesh and blood. She considered herself to be one of my mothers, and sometimes I felt closer to her than to my own mom.
"No, I was just...confused about something."
"Wanna talk about it?"
"Not really."
"Oh, okay. That's cool."
"What'd you come in here for?"
"Oh, your father and I were going to take you guys out for pizza. Do you want to go with us, or do you want us to bring you back some?"
"I'll go."
All through dinner my eyes couldn't keep from staring at her. My eyes wished that it was only the two of us so that they could enjoy her beauty without anyone having to ruin it. I tried to keep up with the conversations that were going on, but I couldn't keep from looking at her. I just wanted to be with her.
The only person who noticed that something was even the slightest bit wrong was my sister, Jessie. She came up to me afterwards, while my father paid, and with a touch of sadness in her voice, she asked me, "E, are you okay?"
"Yeah,"I replied nonchalantly.
"No, you're not."
"I don't want to talk about it right now."
"Oh, okay. Maybe later?"
"Yeah, later."
Maybe later I can admit that I'm in love with Grace.
Author: Janet
I never wanted to go inside my house anymore. I always thought that she might be there in the kitchen or the living room or anywhere else I might want to be. She might be with my stepmom or my dad, or her sister or my own. Or she might be with another guy. That thought hurt the most. She could fall in love with anyone, and that was her right. I just had the right to be miserable when she did.
Why did I have to fall in love with her? Why not someone else? Why? I never asked to fall in love with Grace. Why did she have this power over me? Why did I let her slip away so many times before? Why am I sitting here whining about a relationship that would be just as disgusting as it is great?
"Eli!"I heard my stepmother, Lily, yell as she opened the door into my room. Her yell kind of startled me.
"Hi, Lily,"I said as I put down my guitar.
"I didn't hear you playing. I'm sorry if I interrupted you."
"No, I wasn't playing. Just thinking."
"Oh. Is something wrong?" Lily got her typical look of motherly concern. It didn't matter that I wasn't her own flesh and blood. She considered herself to be one of my mothers, and sometimes I felt closer to her than to my own mom.
"No, I was just...confused about something."
"Wanna talk about it?"
"Not really."
"Oh, okay. That's cool."
"What'd you come in here for?"
"Oh, your father and I were going to take you guys out for pizza. Do you want to go with us, or do you want us to bring you back some?"
"I'll go."
All through dinner my eyes couldn't keep from staring at her. My eyes wished that it was only the two of us so that they could enjoy her beauty without anyone having to ruin it. I tried to keep up with the conversations that were going on, but I couldn't keep from looking at her. I just wanted to be with her.
The only person who noticed that something was even the slightest bit wrong was my sister, Jessie. She came up to me afterwards, while my father paid, and with a touch of sadness in her voice, she asked me, "E, are you okay?"
"Yeah,"I replied nonchalantly.
"No, you're not."
"I don't want to talk about it right now."
"Oh, okay. Maybe later?"
"Yeah, later."
Maybe later I can admit that I'm in love with Grace.