Salmon
325 Words
Salmon Rose
Meaning: Desire
January 9th
Dear Diary,
Today was rather interesting. It was just a regular day in school when Wilson spoke to me. We usually ignore each other since his little girlfriend, Michaela despises me for some unknown reason. Even though he just asked for notes, I felt a connection between us. Maybe I'm overreaching since he missed the first 20 minutes of class and the professor wasn't going back for anything. Wilson would always ask someone else for the notes, not me. It can also be that he and Michaela got into another argument again. Whenever they fuss, he becomes my friend. But when they make up, I'm forgotten about. Whatever, it's not like I'm his type. He likes them tall, slim, party goers. Then there's me, short, thick, a person who would rather watch the reruns of 'The Bernie Mac Show' instead of going out to parties. Besides, parties aren't even parties anymore. Back then, people would go out and enjoy themselves, no cameras, no beef. Now, everybody would Snapchat everything, gangs with their problems shooting up the party, ruining everybody's night. But I digress. Wilson and Michaela had yet another one of their fallouts and he came running to me. But this time, he asked me out and gave me these beautiful salmon colored flowers. I have them in the vase behind me. I know flowers eventually die out but I don't want these dying out. They symbolize so much to me. They make me feel appreciated. But, I don't know if I should be seen with Wilson. He has quite a reputation at college. Quarterback of the football team, charming, funny, smart, with a girlfriend who doesn't even appreciate him the way I would. If the school sees us together, that's my head. Michaela and her little goons would kill me. I need to sleep on this. Maybe I just need to think about this.
Until next time,
Ansiya
- Writer
