Sick. Wrong. Disgusting. The opinion of society. Sick. Wrong. Disgusting. The opinion of my family. Sick. Wrong. Disgusting. The opinion of myself.
It is a cold day in Albuquerque, New Mexico. I can feel the cold wind whipping through my hair and in my face. Walking through East High, the combined stench of chilli cheese fries and sweaty basketball players is almost enough to send a newcomer running in terror and revulsion. But I can't leave and it has nothing to do with the fact that I had to begin my millionth experience of the joys of homeroom in less than five minutes.
I can see him. He's talking to Gabriella who can't stop blushing and even from across the hall her incessant and high pitched giggling is putting me on the verge of insanity. Either that or jealousy.
I can't stand homeroom anymore. I can't listen to any more of Ms Darbus' non stop drivel for another moment. The different sounds in room have been catching my attention lately during the twenty minute period in which we all must endure the pointless nonsense of East High's most overgrown albeit enthusiastic drama geek.
Jason's snoring is our comic relief. Gabriella is giggling again but this time it's quieter so as to not attract Ms Darbus' attention. The other difference is that she's giggling because she and Troy are making some kind of hand signals across the classroom as a means of communication. Martha's music is leaking from her headphones as she sits bobbing around to dance in her seat. Chad is throwing scrunched up paper balls at the blue eyed beauty sitting behind me.
I've been staring at him all day. Just like I have been every day. Every week. Every month for the past seven. His face is too intriguing to turn away from. However, no one else would share this opinion unless they felt the way I do about him.
Why? Why him? Why must he be the person who has stolen my heart along with my hand cream? Why is he the person I can talk to the most freely in this world? Why am I cursed with these sinful feelings? And the worst part of it- why does this immoral, so obviously wrong thing feel so right? Why is it I always want the things I can't have? I can never have him. However wonderful it feels to just be in his presence doesn't diminish its illegality and immorality.
No one can ever know. My life would be over. Interfamily relations are sick. Sick. Wrong. Disgusting. The opinion of society. Sick. Wrong. Disgusting. The opinion of my family. Sick. Wrong. Disgusting. The opinion of myself.