Crushed

  Shaking like a wet dog, I stood there looking ahead at my "target". I kept telling myself to move forward, to walk, to breathe. But I could only do one of those things, luckily or else I would not be here today. The whole walking thing was not working out so well. That might be because my legs were lead, no gold because it's heavier.

  My insides were in a strange arrangement. They were on fire and frozen at the same time. I actually enjoyed the sensation, but I was going to miss my chance of asking her.

Of course this feeling was revolving around a girl, I have to much of a one-track mind. So I was going to wait there until she was alone and ask her to homecoming. She was out of my league and I knew it, but it couldn't hurt that bad, right?

  "Go." I thought to myself, apperently saying it aloud as well, based on everyones stares. Those stares did not include Melissa, the girl I was going to ask to the dance.
That's because she left and I didn't move after her. I then decided to go for her. By decided I don't mean Go now!

  But that's what I did anyway. I ran after her, weaving through students and teachers alike, trying to catch her before she got onto her bus. I did manage to reach her in time, but my brain had its own Ice Age and froze. I missed her the day before, and the day before that one...

  Almost 24 hours later, I had my chance yet again. The icey hot feeling came over me, and I knew I was going to ask her to the dance. I waited until she started going to her bus. I stopped her and asked for a moment of her time. For all that waiting the conversation took two sentences, and eight words.

  "Would you go to the dance with me?"
  "No."

  I knew what her reaction would be, and for some reason I was happy. I was in a happy-go-lucky mood, which ended on my way home. For the rest of the day, my family avoided me.

I was in an extremely depressed mood, on the opposite of my earlier mood. I just had to wait for tomarrow and see what it would bring...