Rejection?
5th grade, I was a hopeless romantic wanting someone to love me for my weird self. I saw a kind boy, tan skin, dirty blonde hair turns brown by winter. His brown eyes glimmer around his friends. He played sports and I watched movies. He was popular and I was quiet. I wanted to tell but was too scared to give it right to him. A letter was passed to a teacher and then passed to him. Later I told him it was me, he giggled. But, he never did anything else. No talking til he asked me if I voted for him for student president. Boasting about a girl liking him but not take a chance on her. Such a great feeling, my own feelings can get confusing but all I felt was sad and annoyance of others. I never wanted to be in my room so bad. My hole is my home and it has been for as long as I can remember.