Memos of a Teenage Minority, chapter 1
9-27-06
5:52 PM
Dear Journal,
It happened again. I saw him. My heart flip-flopped as soon as he reached my vision. Why do I feel this way about him? I don't normally liked guys like him. Maybe because he is the only one of my kind. My kind, meaning, rockers. True punks. We used to breed every corner of the world. But now, only a small minority. And I am a part of that minority. Then again, so is he. I have never seen anyone like him before though. He has it. The punk it. But he dosen't look it. He does, in his own special way. But, there was just that something about him. That special thing. That click.
Anyways, I saw him during passing period. Guess it didn't mean much that I also had gym with him. Phys. Ed. was defenatly NOT my favorite subject. Hell, no one even listens to Ms. Quinn. They'd go on and talk about while she tries her hardest to get the day going. People always try to hook me up with him. Apperently, he likes me. Well yay! I like him too. Cute, right? Well, not when he and I are both shy. Oh yeah, his name. Juan Sanchez. Yeah, he's hispanic. But that's why I love him so much. He's just like me! Yay for happy moments! Over, happy moment over.
Sigh. He just makes me so happy. Oh, and today in Mr. Herrah's class, he smiled at me. Yay! Juan smiled at me. That made my day right there. And he asked (Okay, well, he didn't. But he asked his friends to ask me) if I wanted to go to the movies on Saturday. Ofcourse, me being the sucker that I am said yes. If only he would ask me out. Then again . . . I don't want him to ask me out.
Ahh! I forgot! In Ms. Dawson's class! That's right. Juan was asking his friend, Gabriel, to ask me if I liked certain bands. After that bit was over, these girls were telling me that Juan was trying to tell me something and for me to look over to him. But everytime I looked, he was either chewing his pencil (hahaha) or looking up at the sky. I thoguth that was cute. Then he looks over to me, right in my eyes, and he waved to me! AND smiled! I waved back (yay!) and smiled back too. I think I may have blushed. He just brightens my day so much . . .
Well, I'm out. 8th grade crushes are too, too much.
Peace,
Stephanie Rampage
5:52 PM
Dear Journal,
It happened again. I saw him. My heart flip-flopped as soon as he reached my vision. Why do I feel this way about him? I don't normally liked guys like him. Maybe because he is the only one of my kind. My kind, meaning, rockers. True punks. We used to breed every corner of the world. But now, only a small minority. And I am a part of that minority. Then again, so is he. I have never seen anyone like him before though. He has it. The punk it. But he dosen't look it. He does, in his own special way. But, there was just that something about him. That special thing. That click.
Anyways, I saw him during passing period. Guess it didn't mean much that I also had gym with him. Phys. Ed. was defenatly NOT my favorite subject. Hell, no one even listens to Ms. Quinn. They'd go on and talk about while she tries her hardest to get the day going. People always try to hook me up with him. Apperently, he likes me. Well yay! I like him too. Cute, right? Well, not when he and I are both shy. Oh yeah, his name. Juan Sanchez. Yeah, he's hispanic. But that's why I love him so much. He's just like me! Yay for happy moments! Over, happy moment over.
Sigh. He just makes me so happy. Oh, and today in Mr. Herrah's class, he smiled at me. Yay! Juan smiled at me. That made my day right there. And he asked (Okay, well, he didn't. But he asked his friends to ask me) if I wanted to go to the movies on Saturday. Ofcourse, me being the sucker that I am said yes. If only he would ask me out. Then again . . . I don't want him to ask me out.
Ahh! I forgot! In Ms. Dawson's class! That's right. Juan was asking his friend, Gabriel, to ask me if I liked certain bands. After that bit was over, these girls were telling me that Juan was trying to tell me something and for me to look over to him. But everytime I looked, he was either chewing his pencil (hahaha) or looking up at the sky. I thoguth that was cute. Then he looks over to me, right in my eyes, and he waved to me! AND smiled! I waved back (yay!) and smiled back too. I think I may have blushed. He just brightens my day so much . . .
Well, I'm out. 8th grade crushes are too, too much.
Peace,
Stephanie Rampage
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