"No! This won't happen under my watch," the thought continued furiously as I lay on my bed staring at the ceiling, replaying everything that happened today over and over in my head.
My bedroom was quiet except for the hum of the standing fan in the corner, its blades slicing through the humid evening air. The lavender walls my mother had painted two summers ago seemed to glow faintly in the dim light from my bedside lamp, but I wasn't seeing any of it.
"I love Julius Martins. He is my dream lover, the one I've imagined in my head always, and yet he kept acting like I didn't exist, like I was invisible and like everything I said and did didn't matter," I lamented angrily, the words burning in my throat even though I spoke them only to the empty room. My hands clenched the edges of my blan
