He was the outsider, and I was the student.

we met for the first time at a party my classmates had invited me to. We talked for a bit then he stopped. Maybe he was just nervous? Maybe I was talking too much? Or maybe he’s not interested? He was tall, pretty dark eyes, cute red lips, he was way out of my league.

For a minute I wanted to just stop talking and move on. Even tho we just met, I just got stuck onto him. “Do you want to go to my room?” I shouted out of nervousness.

He had paused for a second, looked at me and responded: “lead the way” Was he playing with me? I thought. He had placed his drink on the center of the table, then led me to a room.

“You know I was just joking, right? See, It was getting kind of awkward and when I get awkward I say the weirdest things, so…..” I awkwardly smiled.

“ this could be our last chance. why don’t we just take it?” He replied

“We just met, I don’t think that it would be any romantic to just take our clothes off on sight”

He looked at me and smiled. “What, You just wanted talk?” He asked

“Ah! Yes! Yep, just wanted to talk”

He placed he hands on my shoulders, sat me at the edge of the bed. “Do I look like someone who has time to just talk?” He asked

My heart skipped a beat. “Oh my god!! What are you?A pervert? Are you seriously trying to get me to sleep with you right now?” I asked sarcastically. Not that I meant to.

He laughed, Then he stood up. “First, you started talking to me, then you asked to go in your room, then say that you were joking, now you’re saying I’m a pervert? Wow, that wild.”

We both smiled then walked out as nothing happened.

What have I done wrong? Why don’t they like me mother? “Because you’re different and when you’re different others tend to treat you differently.” (Mother giggled while running her hands through her daughter’s hair) Is it a crime to be different? (She asked in a somber tone) No, it’s never a crime, they’re just scared of the things you can do.

(Later that night)

I went out in the forest when everyone was asleep. I was never scared to wonder around alone. It’s in the family to never be scared of being alone. Then I suddenly heard some familiar voices.

“It’s a little too late to be wondering around by yourself, don’t you think little one?”

I’m not looking for any trouble. I just wanted to walk for a bit, I’ll go back if you insist.

“Like hell you are-Why don’t we play for a bit, shall we? This one is my favorite, it’s call Hide & seek. You go hide, we come and find you And if we do find you, we’ll kill you and make you our dinner. Fair?”

They were predators, they hunt in packs, I knew they would do anything to catch me, but I didn’t have no other thoughts in mind but to play along and hide as far as I could. But just minutes away from home they found me and attacked me.

I just closed my eyes for a minute, then they just vanished. I, for the very first time In a long time was exited and scared at the same time. Exited to tell my people that i defeated the top predators in the forest and scared to believe that I actually hurt them. (Back to the village) My people!! I have defeated the monsters!! I have free us from the monsters, the predators!! But no one answered.

   I HAVE TO DO A PART 2

Hope you enjoy this part.

Everything starts at home. Life, your Manners, Respect, Education, Love itself. Whether you don’t have no life at home, no respect, no love, you will always find it some other place that might not be home.

When you don’t feel loved at home, and so you get all that from someone else, you see them differently , you might feel bonded, so you get close to them. Which some call it “attachment issues or being cringe”

To me, that was the beginning of trusting someone enough to let them close to me.

“If you didn’t like him, why does it bother that he moved on?”

Because he was the one guy that actually liked me. He understood me, he…. He respected me, he listened to me, he defended me, even if I was ungrateful.

“Then why didn’t you choose him?”

I don’t know….. I guess because I neglected him. I judged him too much , I judged the way he looked, the way he dressed. And my friends didn’t like him either. They thought he was too nice, useless, and I thought he was too good to be true. By the time I was ready to let him in, he had already given up, and I honestly don’t blame him.

“You fell in love once, you will fall in love again. Maybe this time it would be better, better expectations, much more romantic.”

To me love is just another torture of life. You can always fall in love more than once, but why? Why must you get your heart broken over and over again just to find happiness? Nothing lasts forever. At one point or another no matter how hard you try, it will hurt so much to the moment you can’t handle it anymore, and so you break. There comes a time where you can’t control what breaks you or know how to stop it from breaking you, but it’s your choice to choose what or who you want it to be. Ask yourself- “will I be able to handle it this time?”