• A bright morning fills you to the brim with happiness; you know what’s to come, you see it simple, but it is oh so not. Wake up and say good morning to those you’ve known for all your life. Eat breakfast and head to school. Another day of classes, teachers proclaim you to be the best they have seen for years. You take the comment lightly with a smirk on your face and make your sly little remark “I know”. You walk out to lunch, being the time in the day that you get to be free and outspoken for the 30 minutes that never seem like enough, but making up for it with instant messenger. You look in the hallways after the bell has rung to go to class. Maybe she just got held up. You seem to trust in the whole typical excuse thing anyway so walk on ahead to class. Today we are learning about the holocaust students. You think to yourself, damn, out of the entire racist, sadistic, disturbing times in our past, they have to teach us the holocaust. Every time I get into a contact with this time in history I seem to have a cold chill that seems to strike both fear and sadness in my heart, but I go on ahead mastering the lesson and holding my true feelings astray. The day ends with the tear still being held. I wouldn’t want her to see me this way, not again at least. I walk down the breeze way that leads in and out of this hell hole I call school. I go to the usual spot where we meet hoping that it wasn’t an absent day for her. Unfortunately it was. So I walk directly to my home disregarding the daily hellos and goodbyes, the held up traffic, and horrible music that seems to beat me senseless mentally. The day just seems to skip through now. I talk, play, research, and eat. When I go to sleep I whisper words to myself. A wish perhaps, that one day we will be accepted. That one day we can fly and scream to the world our love, and all we would say is….. “Look at us as who we are, what we represent, and what we longed to be”. One day she said, “We’ll fly to the half eaten moon right honey”?