Reflective Essay Writing: A Young Man's Best Friend

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“I’m going to tell him! I’m going to do it! Today is the day!” I shout to myself as I zip through the backstreets in an effort to make it to class on time. The day is warm, the sunshine smiling, and the wind carries my body just right. “Today is the day” I reassure myself once again. It’s been my mantra since I woke up this morning. I tell myself over and over that this is the day I tell him that I love him. Is he popular? Yes! Is he drop dead gorgeous, top of his class, and ripped like a Greek statue? All signs point to “yes.” And there’s no chance someone as ordinary as I could get his attention, yet I can. I did. My reverie is cut short as the chime of the school bell alerts the remaining students that there are five minutes left before…show more content…
Gordon, is actually insulting me. As if there is anyone in this world who’d want a stick to be stuck so far up their ass. But what can I say? He’s in charge here. Being a smart ass here does nothing but delay myself from my ultimate goal today- to finally get my happy beginning with Him of all people. So I swallow my pride, let a smile dance across my lips and say, “Were we all so fortunate Mr. Gordon.” I can see a vein slither across his forehead in his barely-concealed anger. I hear a small amount of giggling from the class but I keep a cool face - or I try to. I hope I do. God do I hope I do. The last thing I need here is for it to be so obvious that I was being a smart ass. I must have been as good as I was hoping when he clears his throat and an “Indeed” passes his lips as he begins to address the…show more content…
It keeps distracting me from- “Bitch were you paying attention?” Jamie’s brow is furrowed in low-key anger as she glares at me. “Of course I was Babe. So he was acting like a dick. What 're you going to do? Kick his ass to the curb?” Her face relaxed into a smile, “Chyea, duh. Screw him. He 's only the captain of the team. I can do so much better than that” she adds snidely before stuffing her sandwich into her mouth. She 's such a cute thing until she opens her mouth. Long blonde hair that ends in curls with eyes blue enough to make the sky jealous. My eyes dart down and up her resting form as the strange feeling of disconnect hits me. She 's barely five two, yet has the attitude of a princess mixed with a sailor. But it 's a deserved attitude; nothing like myself, whose only defining quality is the red blaze of my hair. “Yeah you can. You know you 're the best” I say around my noodles. This is how my school day goes by. Such a waste of time and life, both so limited in quantity. But this is a good life for me. This is what I deserve. I 'm on my way from school before you know it. I’m at a jog, when the feeling of hot blood, yet cold muscles hits me. The pounding inside me intensifies unlike anything I 've ever felt, and believe me I 'm no stranger to headaches. But none of that matters. I 'm on my way to meet him, to let him know just how much brighter my world is with him. Just how much better I feel just being around
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