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"Such a lonely day..." I sang slowly to myself, tapping my pen on my desk. I wasn't really paying attention to the teacher. Instead, I was staring, like a loveisck puppy, at a particular Sam Emerson. The Sam Emerson with beautiful black hair hanging over his eyes. The beautiful Sam Emerson with a lip piercing... The same Sam Emerson that... well, you get the point. He looked to be doing the very same thing I was...dozing off and daydreaming. Except, he wasn't staring at me, or even thinking about me for that matter.
...But if he is, then that's a bonus...

"For example," the chalk scraped against the blackboard. AH, GODAMMIT! "What many people want in life is money."
Huh?
"How about we go around the room and find out what everybody wants in their lives?" suggested ms. DuVante. I sighed, and continued to stare, unblinkingly, at Sam.

My emo boy, a.k.a. Hero #1.

You see, I'm a bit of a romantic. I have multiple heros in my imagination, all deeply, passionately, and hopelessly in love with me.

Hero #1, a.k.a. Sam: Anaya (Ann-i-a), I have something I must confess. It would be a sin to keep it secret.
Me: Oh, Sam, what is it? (Slowly inches closer)
Sam: (Takes my hands and smiles) Anaya, I...(Comes even closer) I am deepy, passionately, and hopelessly in...

"Anaya, what is it that you want in life?"

Hey! I was just getting to the best part, freakazoid!

I smiled hazily, "I want an emo boy..." I said dreamily, beginning to fix my eyes on Sam again. He turned around and stared at me incredulously, and raised an eyebrow.

Oh, Sh*t."I-I-I mean- I want...to...create world peace!"
Good going, Anaya.
Ms. Duvante shook her head knowingly, "Don't we all?"

What the emo boy, or world peace?

I grinned, "Yup. I mean...I'd hope so?" Then Ms. DuVante clapped her hands and beamed.

Fantasic. I've given her an idea.

"I've got an idea!"I told you so."How about we write a paper on three things that we want...and at least one has to be something you think other people should want, as well."

The class groaned.

"Good going, Anaya!" shouted a guy in the back. I couldn't tell who it was, and I didn't care. I was a bit occupied.

Sam: ...love with you. (Takes me up in his arms)
Me: Oh, Sam! I love you too! (Sam kisses me)

I sighed in that silly, loveisck way, and smiled witlessly into space.

#1. I want an emo boy.
#2. I want another emo boy.
#3. I want three emo boys.

Everybody should want an emo boy, because...

"Anaya Williams! Snap out of it!" shouted Ms. DuVante. Everybody turned to glare at me.

"Sorry," I mumbled. The bell rang. I gathered my things and ran off, color flooding to my cheeks.

Should I explain?
Yeah, I probably should.

You know what two personality traits I was cursed with, that utterly, utterly suck?

Hopeless romantics & Shy/Awkward.

I quite literally have no friends to speak of. That is, unless I count Jake, who happens to be Sam's best friend, as well as mine. He's a bit on the weird side, even weirder than I am.

He has this variety of pockets in every outfit...and keeps anything in them. For example, a couple years ago, I got my period in the middle of the school day.

...Jake had a pad with him.

You see? Or, one day, I was bored, and he gave me a slinky.

"Oh, dear Anaya?" said Jake in a sing-song voice. He covered my eyes, "Guess who?"

"POCKET BOY!" I turned around and practically tackled him to the ground. A rubber ducky fell out of his pocket.

"What the Hell?" I said.

He grinned sheepishly, "Oh. That. I took a bath yesterday. The bubbles were purple!"

"Ah, Jake, that's so cute," I exclaimed. He stuffed the rubber ducky back in his pocket.

"You know you love me," he tipped his head to one side and batted his eyelashes.

"Of course," I patted himon the head, "Is it lunch time?"

"Duh, mon stupid ami," He said. Jake grabbed my shoulders and gave me a noogie. I shoved him away.

"You're such a child," I quipped, lightly slapping the back of his head.

"I know," he said sweetly. We slid into the lunchline and he grabbed a pudding cup.

"Hey..." I said, gazing, tempted, at the pudding, "...I believe that was the last tapioca..."

Jake gasped and help it close to his chest, "Not a chance in H*ll, Anaya."

I pounced on him, "Give me the damn pudding!"

"AHHHHH! OKAY! Okay, you can have your pudding," he put it in my hand. Curious faces were glancing our way.

"Can I help you?" I said randomly to a perfectly normal boy carrying [probably unfinished] homework.


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Later, I was sitting at home in front of my computer, trying to start out the paper for English.

What I want most is...
An emo boy.

I erased it. Something I'd really like is...
World peace and an emo boy?

I hit the backspace button and held it down. Something everybody should want is...

World peace, tapioca pudding, and three emo boys?

Okay. I'm really writing this time.


What I desire most in this world cannot be obtained easily.

FOUR EMO BOYS?

I mentally slapped myself and continued.


You can't physically hold onto it, but in order to have it in your possesion you have to grasp it before life passes you by.

Okay, this is sounding better.

What I am speaking of can only be one thing...

...true love.