Say what you want about it, critiquing is always good. Make comments on the characters (the itty bitty little glimpses you get), the content, all that sort of stuff. Like I said, I consider it to be poo, but you may think otherwise.
Just High School
To her, he had always been more then just a friend. Josh had always been there for her when she needed a shoulder to cry on, he had always supported everything that she did, and she had fallen for him so easily. At first it had just been a stupid little kid crush, but as they reached the teenage years emotion had grown into so much more. She didn’t want to say she loved him, because she was just a kid. She firmly believed that it was JUST HIGH SCHOOL, a concept that nobody else seemed to be able to get. When another one of her friends and her flavor-of-the-week would break up, she’d tell the girl that he was just a boy, there were four billion other boys out there, and high school was six years out of eighty. Sometimes Claire liked to believe that her JUST HIGH SCHOOL speeches were the only thing that kept some people alive.
But on January 16, she found herself battling inside herself over the one thing she had believed in for so long. She was sitting in the gym, watching her school team lose horrifically once again. Like everyone else in the crowd she found herself getting more and more anxious, every time the basketball would reach their opponents end of the court she would rise very slightly out of her seat in anticipation and then they’d shoot—and the ball would hit the back board and bounce halfway down the court.
At the end of the first quarter, Josh came up and sat next to her. She quickly glanced over, smiled and said hello, then turned back without a second thought. She loved to look at him, the geeky six year old that had moved onto the property next to her had grown into a tall, handsome skateboarding tough guy, or at least, that was what he showed the world. Claire knew what he had inside, his soft side, the nice guy that he really was. She could see it in his eyes, his eyes that really couldn’t be described as anything but steel. They were dark and hard, but anything he felt could usually be seen written across them as plain as words on paper.
“So, how’s the game going?” He asked casually, but Claire detected a slight crack in his voice. She glanced over at him and looked him over slightly. His eyes came across dead, like he had exhausted all of his efforts on everything. “Badly, I’m assuming.”
“Yeah…is something wrong, Josh?” She asked; peeking around to see if anybody in the crowd was looking at them. He shook his head, but avoided her eyes. “You’re lying.” She grabbed his hand and led him from the gym, almost knocking out the janitor who was busy sweeping in the lobby.
“No, really, Claire, I’m fine,” His voice cracked again. She sat down at one of the tables in the school lobby, and he followed. “I just have some stuff on my mind.”
“Like what?”
He was silent for a few minutes, then took a deep breath and looked at her long and hard. He was doing everything he could to hold back any and all emotion; the pain seemed to bleed from his eyes and voice. “I think I might—” He stopped and looked down at his hands. “Be gay.”
For half a second she thought he had actually slapped her across the face. The words echoed through her head and mind, taking her heart and ripping it out through her chest. It almost seemed like he had been mocking her as he said it. JUST HIGH SCHOOL. Her heart was breaking inside of her, everything hurt so badly. JUST HIGH SCHOOL. She wanted to die right there on the floor, melt away and never have to come back to this world.
She couldn’t show any of this to him. “R-really?” She asked, fighting her own battle against emotion. “I don’t know what to say…”
“I’m sorry,” He muttered, and she took a deep breath to keep herself from crying. Very casually she took his hand, and kissed him on the cheek. It was moist. “What was that for?”
“I’ll be fine.” She whispered, mentally telling herself the speech inside her head. She wouldn’t be telling it ever again.
