So Desperately In Love

Tomorrow was the last day of school, and someone had to ask me out on a date because I was dead scared. I was scared of the teasing I'd get for being the worst in running, and scared of the people pretending to be nice by being like, "Aw, well just do better by doing this and this and this." And lastly, I was scared of crying. Sometimes, as hard as I bit my lip or grinded my teeth, my mouth would pop open and the tears would come out, kind of like a broken water faucet. I needed to stay happy, stay laughing. I suddenly wished that I could carry some jokes or something that would make me laugh and laugh and laugh while I was running. I wondered what the middle school would think of that. I wondered what my crush would think.
I was madly in love, and if my crush would just ask me out or something all of my problems would disappear. He would stand up for me and then text message "I love you" or "You are so hot" to me, and we would smile and kiss. It would be so romantic.
Before I slept, I danced to music and then, for the first time in months, I prayed. I prayed that my crush would ask me out and then that I would die before tomorrow and then that I would live long enough for my crush to ask me out. Then I prayed that I wouldn't cry. And then I cried.

Note: This is one of the many writings that is the OPPOSITE of my point of view. I repeat, the OPPOSITE!